She can just go to hell with her hot fudge banana cream what-ever-the-fuck else sundaes. Yeah, and she can take her little biscuit cups and shove them up her happy little ass. Oh and those pizzas; don't let me even get started on the fucking little pizzas.
Ok, so Paula Dean is not the devil but she's damn close. After all, she can make all this fabulous food that in turn makes me think of things I can make and eat (read: gorge my-fucking-self with). It's just not fair.
I hate having to watch what I eat. Why can't I just be one of those assholes that have a fast metabolism and that can eat french bread for hours straight. WHY? Why'd I have to have the genes that are condusive to keeping me FAT? Someone tell me. TELL ME NOW!