To people who cook...
Why the fuck are you sticking your nose into my business when I'm cooking? Stop telling me what I'm doing wrong, I know what I'm doing. I don't care if I'm holding my knife wrong, or putting too much in my pan.
Please mind your own business.
If I don't tell you you're wrong, you'll never learn, youngin. Respect your elders and get off my fucking lawn.
Don't make me spank you. I'll bet you roll your eyes and say something you think is witty and sarcastic when you arrive to a party and someone tries to hand you a beer that's not your particular obscure piece of shit
Fair enough, I'll stay out of your business. I'll just stop eating whatever you make with no explanation why or with any fucks given about your feelings, and don't expect me to drop whatever I'm doing in the event your eyebrows disappear or a liter of your blood ends up on the floor.
>am i doing it rite?
>stay outta my business!!