There’s a fuckin epidemic sweeping across our nation and it needs to be stopped. Someone get the motherfuckin CDC on the phone in dis byitch. Is their number still 1-800-HELP-BITCH-HELP!? No, I’m not talking about ebola, whooping cough, or Birdman flu. That last one is similar to the bird flu, except this particular disease makes your dumb ass rap horribly and make god-awful cockatoo-like sounds as a replacement for hooks in your songs. Those aside, the epidemic I’m spittin about is fancy ass fucking food. I’m talking about flavored foams, popping “caviar style” liquid bubbles, and making shit look or taste like some shit it shouldn’t look or taste like. Im talking about that molecular gastronomy bullshit. If you’re a cultured, refined, and well traveled motherfucker like me, then you know what the fuck I mean. But you’re probably not, you dirty derelict. But hypothetically, if you was, you go to a dinner, get a bunch of one-bite dishes of some picasso-on-a-plate looking bullshit, eat it, don’t know what the hell you just ate, pay $200, and then go hit Del Taco or In-N-Out after. This fuckery has gone too far.