Hot Beef

Hey, I saw something today. At first, I didn't know what to expect. Listen, I know there are things about Belle Star that are a little fishy. Hot beef. Today, I saw Belle Star buying some hot beef off of some drug addicts. It was 60% cheaper than if she had bought it at the grocery store, but you know what they say about statistics...

Hot beef. If you act like a loon, no one will suspect that you are a thief, I hear. Is it true? 100%

Hot beef. If you go through self-check, you will be able to smuggle out a few sirloins, I hear.

Belle Star told me a story about going down to this Italian market and asking for five pounds of hot sausage. They gave her five pounds of HOT SAUCE!!!"I have heard this story fifteen times, I bet. But I still laugh as though it was the first time I've heard the story.

Hot beef, hot sausage, hot sauce. Hot roast, hot steak, hot ribs.

There are things that happen, and I am compelled to turn my head away, because I just lost a job and I don't want to lose another one. I pretend that hot beef doesn't exist.

There is a five pound bag of hot sauce on the prep table. Sauce.

Lately, it is like things are just happening to me, like I have no control. It's both scary and exciting.

I feel like I could be a cut of hot beef on somebody's prep table. Kidnapped and naked.

If you had to relive the last ten years over again, would you want to? I learned a lot in the last decade, but I don't know if I would want to relive it.

Hot beef. I am not the same person I was ten years ago.