Just a friendly summer vacation warning from Chef: all but the most fierce Who Dats should probably steer clear of the Gulf Coast beach region between Gulf Shores and Mobile Bay next week.
Chef is toying with a summer Who Dat tribute on his chest while sunning at the beach. The idea sprouted this morning after the following exchange with the Mrs. (and after hearing Super Saint Girl rock her cabbage ball team's pep chant all week):
Mrs. Chef (a.k.a. The Entity . . . The Enigma . . . The Who Dat Cougar): Dude. Put your shirt back on. You're pasty white. Bright white. Not cool.
Chef: Oh yeah?
Mrs. Chef: Yeah.
Chef: Step off cougar. My name is Bright White and you know what I got?
Mrs. Chef: So what you got?
Chef: I got a chest that's whiter than white.
Mrs. Chef: How white is white?
Chef: You know that chef who cooks up the rice?
Mrs. Chef: Uh huh, uh huh.
Chef: My chest is whiter than the whitest of rice.
So in your face.
Your tan's a disgrace.
I'm gonna shake my Bright White all over the place.
Sayin' we will, we will rock you down, blow you up, like a volcano that's bout to erupt.
Look out world, here he comes, Bright White is number one.
Okay. Now to the real news. Considering the virtues of a fleur-de-lis tan next week. Would that qualify me for free Dome Foam from anyone?