So last night I look at J and I was like do you know who Joe Bastianich is? He's like ya I hate that guy why? I was like are you sure it's not your goal in life to be him? J's like fuck no. People always say that. I'm like well you're a bald, Italian restauranteur who wears nice suits and kicks. He's like fuck off does he do that? I just died laughing.
J's like fuck T even said, "hey Joe" to me tonight when he walked in.
I found the entire situation quite humorous.
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