The straw that broke Rachael Ray's back.

Stupid Bitch. For months, almost a year now, Everyday I see Rachel "big face" Ray's mug on everything imaginable. She has a daytime show, she's on Oprah, she has cooking books and cooking video's and a line of cookware at target blah blah blah..... And to be honest its not just the blatant selling out that bothers me, its her, my god I hate her, her with her gigantic mouth, and always waving her stupid arms around. Could she possibly overreact more about some stupid food? We get it rach, its the best f'ing salami sandwich with arugula in the history of the world, but do you need to have a fucking aneurysm over it? Its food you fat fuck, and it shows, you're a tubby bitch..
anyway, I was honestly going to keep my mouth shut, sure she is annoying but who isn't these days and I was just going to roll my eyes silently every time I saw Mick Jagger mouth times a billion on television and go on with my day. But not now, now that would be impossible and this is why: I went to go get a cracker for my two year old at my parents house yesterday, I saw a box of those overly salted by somehow delicious "chicken in a biscuit" crackers. I pull them out of the cupboard and before I can open the damn flap, I see Rachel Ray's Hydrosephalic head covering half the fucking box waving her hands around like she was the one who came up with the recipe for chicken in a biscuit. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? First of all these stupid shitty crackers have been around for about 80 years, how does she have any place to jump on the artificially flavored chicken cracker train? SHE DOESN'T. She is an attention whore, anything that has anything to do with food, she has to be a part of. Maybe if you didn't eat so much your head would shrink to the size of a normal human being you sasquatch bitch.
A good ending to this story is that I found out about a week ago, that her husband has been cheating on her with hookers for 6 years. Even better is that he doesn't screw them, he just pays them to pee on him and mash his face into things. If I was married to someone with a mouth that spanned the vastness of space, I would want my face mushed too.
Bottom line: Rachel Ray is my mortal enemy, and if I see her mug on a box of Marinara flavored tampons, I'm driving to fatville where she lives and choke her to death with a kilbasa.
EAT SHIT RACH!!!! :)