November 07, 2006
Rachael Ray
There's this point I've reached in aging where my fantasies, while stil revolving primarily around Scarlett Johansson in a nurse's uniform, now seem to allow for food. And I don't mean just eating food off of Scarlett Johansson (though, now that I think about it...) I mean I close my eyes and beautiful women bring me plates of elaborately plated gourmet food. Like chicken and waffles.
I think something may be wrong with me.