Kilgore Trout
If you've ever read any Kurt Vonnegut, you're familiar with the recurring character of failed Science Fiction writer Kilgore Trout. His story ideas are mostly hidious, always hilarious. So here's one of his story pitches that had me laughing out loud on the train. Yeah, I'm THAT guy.
The Worlds Greatest Chef dies. All of the great chefs from every country are gathered for the funeral. They stand graveside in their white blouses, white hats and various medals and awards hung around their necks. Before the coffin is closed and lowered into the ground, one of the chefs reaches out and sprinkles in alittle parsley and a pinch of salt.
The Worlds Greatest Chef dies. All of the great chefs from every country are gathered for the funeral. They stand graveside in their white blouses, white hats and various medals and awards hung around their necks. Before the coffin is closed and lowered into the ground, one of the chefs reaches out and sprinkles in alittle parsley and a pinch of salt.
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