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I love this man.
His absolutely rude ass attitude and accent are so sexy to me. I could seriously listen to him talk (or scream) for hours. I have always enjoyed a man who could speak his mind.1
I bet it was my attraction to this kind of idiot – not that I am calling Gordon Mr. Ramsey an idiot, just his “type” - that caused me to end up with all the losers I did.
However, Mr. Ramsey seems to have a well blended mix of complete asshole and cuddly teddy bear. Just like my husband.
Anyway, he has a show called Kitchen Nightmares2 which I think just might be the solution to me never eating out again. The crap he discovers in these peoples kitchens is so absolutely disgusting that all I can picture after the show goes off is that I might have eaten in some hell hole like that. Ewww. In fact, I am so traumatized that I don’t even want to cook in my own kitchen.
And now that I am back thinking about it, I no longer want to eat lunch.
This diet is already off to a good start.
- unless he is “speaking” to me [↩]
- i was going to put up some clips, but I am sure the end result would be nothing more than me sitting here rewatching them over and over [↩]
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