Starring...

Robertha!! The Buzzy B!

                                               

      G!! as in not the G-Spot!

Blue - The BlondeX!

Dear readers of Flavortown,

You might be wondering what I’m doing here.
Well, I’m here to share the untold stories of the kitchen perves.

It all started in 2023, when G walked into our kitchen and somehow—despite claiming to barely speak English—managed to say just the right things to hit the spot.

Robertha, once a wallflower, turned into the Buzzy B: a sass queen and a mystery in the eyes of Blue.

Blue, meanwhile, is slowly entering our world.

Episode 1:

Robertha brought me my first "Beso de Negra"—a Black woman’s kiss. 

I must say, “Beso de Negra y café negro” definitely took me to a whole new level of Flavortown. Now I know what a Colombian kiss tastes like—sweet, strong, and slightly dangerous. Can’t wait for another one. Hahaha!

G’s Fantasy Hour

G asked me to be a lamb, again.

I said, “I don’t want to be a lamb. I’m a bear now.”

He goes, “Why not be a pork?”

I said, “Not today.”

G, without missing a beat:
“Ufff... you know... pigs can have 28-minute orgasms.”

(Not even close to true, but now he wishes he were one. God help us.)

That fantasy spiraled quickly. I turned around mid-shift, and there was G—bent over, whipping the walls—while Robertha, gloves on and smirking, went full expedition on his G-spot.

Just another day in Flavortown.

Meanwhile, Blue tiptoes into the kitchen like she’s sneaking into enemy territory.
She’s front-of-house, remember—an outsider in our sacred chaos.

She’s carrying a dainty little dinner box with a Costco rotisserie chicken, like it’s contraband.

G, ever the gentleman (and opportunist), offers to grill it for her.

Blue wrinkles her nose and says,
“No thanks. I don’t like black stuff.”

The kitchen went dead silent.

Robertha raised a single eyebrow. 

Satire or scandal?

We may never know—but now we’re definitely watching.

The day ended not with a bang, but a bloodbath. Robertha cut her thumb.

G turned white as flour and nearly hit the floor. 

And that, dear reader, is our fearless fantasy king’s one weakness—plasma.

P.S. Perve Phrase of the Day:
“Could you please check my meat, if it’s hot or not?”

Till then, keep cooking, Flavortown... Adios!