Play me a song Tom Colicchio. Real soft-like. Make me think you totally wouldn’t be the kind of dude to scream at me to get on my goddamn knees and TRY HARDER. Not that that’s a dealbreaker. Just don’t forget our safety word, “Padma.” And while we’re here, let me just say that I imagine Tom’s head tastes lovely. If you were to lick it I mean. As I imagine doing so every Wednesday night at 10pm. Not even Bourdain can zap me out of my “what does Tom’s head taste like?” stupor.
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Play me a song Tom Colicchio. Real soft-like. Make me think you totally wouldn’t be the kind of dude to scream at me to get on my goddamn knees and TRY HARDER. Not that that’s a dealbreaker. Just don’t forget our safety word, “Padma.”

And while we’re here, let me just say that I imagine Tom’s head tastes lovely. If you were to lick it I mean. As I imagine doing so every Wednesday night at 10pm. Not even Bourdain can zap me out of my “what does Tom’s head taste like?” stupor.

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