I have a message for the Heavenly Chicken Casserole Lady:

Listen, bitch, when you name a casserole you'd best be more specific. I spent valuable "me" time trying to find this little whore again. You're fucking lucky I did; I went through several websites and a number of recipes titled "stuffing-topped chicken casserole" or some shit before I came across the right one. This better be one tasty fucking casserole, lady. Damn straight it better be "heavenly."

And another thing. What the fuck do you mean by this: "Mix stuffing together and put on top"? Do you mean make the stuffing, then put it on top? Mix up the croutons in the little bag? Mix it up with the seasoning? Mix it up with something else? Bitch, you gotta be PRECISE. What's wrong with you? Now I have to guess. And if I guess wrong, I'm coming back, and I'm gonna rate your casserole. That's right; I'm coming back and I'm going rate it "one star" and I'm going to say, "Tasted like cardboard and the raccoons who dug through my garbage wouldn't even eat it."

Would you like that, bitch? Would you? You're not going to win any bake-offs with THAT on your record, now, are you? So next time, when you're writing a recipe, I want you to think, THINK. Otherwise, I'm going to have to hunt you down and shiv you with the sharpened end of my wooden spoon. You understand that, Betty Crocker?