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Dexter: Hello, everyone! Welcome to Devilishly Delicious Dexter. I'm Dexter Morgan and I'll be your host this evening. Tonight, I'm gonna show you how to make that darkly decadent cocktail, the Ice-Truck-tini, guaranteed to chill your friends to pieces.
Dexter: How's your Ice-Truck-tini, Mr Goldman?
Duff: Very good, thanks. *whimper*
Someone has it out for the new Mead Valley Eight. I haven't managed to catch the bugger in action but they will RUE. THE DAY. THEY WERE BORN. >:|
Hey, guys. Whatcha doin'?
Alton and Giada: Nothing.
Riiiiight. I've got my eye on you two.
Alton: I've got to kill these disgusting vermin.
Alton! That's not very nice. You stop that right now or... or...
Bobby: WAHHHHH! That rascally little geek is trying to kill my
...or Bobby will drown you all in his hot, salty tears of DOOM.
Somehow, being locked in asylum with seven of his colleagues for days on end has robbed Mr Flay of his arrogant, tough-guy swagger.
This is why Rue McDustbin is on my shit list. YOU GAVE THEM ALL THE FREAKING FLU, YOU BASTARD!
Alton: It's not so bad, really. I get to stay home and play in the tub instead of going to work or skilling.
Like hell you do. There's like §15 in the house account and your LTW is maxing all your skills. Back to work with you!
Alton: B-but... I'm sick!
*facepalm* Ten years. Ten years watching your shows, collecting your DVDs, quoting you, methodically memorizing every spare bit of culinary advice you've ever given... Don't abuse my obsessively unreasonable bias, mister.
And they're called S'MORES, damn it, not SCHMORES. 'I want some more,' OK?
...why doesn't it surprise me Sandra's a primper?
YOU!
Captain Jack Sparrow: You didn't see nuthin', love. You have no proof at all.
Grr... I'll catch you next time, mark my words.
Lovely. Giada's been putting ideas in his head. This is the beginning of a beautiful stalkership.
Duff: OMGOMG, I have to pee!!!
Then stop following Paula around like a lost puppy and GO, you idiot.
Duff: OMGOMG, I'm hungry!!!
-__- You're pathetic.
Duff: Hey, Paula, heyhey, Paula. Paula. PAULA.
No, really, you're pathetic.
Duff: OK, fine, I'll eat something.
GOOD.
Duff: Hey, Paula.
Paula: Yes, Duff?
Duff: You're hot.
Duff: You're beautiful when you're sleeping, Paula, did you know that?
Duff... you're not allowed near the young adult fiction anymore, understand?
Bobby and Rachael took advantage of my distraction to continue their admittedly less life-threatening illicit relationship.
For some reason, they've decided to keep their relationship a secret around the others.
Bobby: O, how I long to hold your hand in public! To kiss those lips! To touch your--
Rachael: Oh, FFS, to hell with this secrecy!
Rachael: Come to mama, you hunka-hunka burning love!
Rachael... I did not need to see that.
Good boy, AB. At least someone in the house shares my never-gonna-look-at-Food-Network-the-same-way-again sentiments.
Again, I can't say that I'm surprised.
Uh oh.
Gosh, Duff, that's too ba--- BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Sorry, sorry, that was mean. *wipes away tears of laughter*
LOL, serves you right, you adorable little creeper.
Giada: *DANCEDANCEDANCEsniff* ...have you showered lately?
Oh thank goodness!
Duff: HEY, AB! GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE! RACHAEL'S DOING THE ELAINE!
Rachael: *is now deaf*
I wished I was deaf, at least temporarily, because right at this moment the well-known Make Out Music of Making Out started playing. Of course, since I wasn't deaf, I had to scroll over to see and, well...
I found THIS.
They never showed any sign of romantic interest in anyone, let alone each other.
Guy Fieri and Sandra Lee. Damn you, Rule 34! *shakes fist* Nothing--NOTHING--will ever erase this from my brain.
Nice try, guys. Guy and Sandy still squicks me more.
Next time: I don't remember, 'cause I haven't edited the pictures yet. It may involve me being a masochist, cheating and a double bed, but I'm not sure.
