Oh the homo-anity, possums!
As Andy Towle is reporting, on this week's episode the cheftestants had to deal with both an undercover blogger and an undercover brother.
Yes, possums, the pudgy queen who complained that Sara Mair's lamb tasted like metal and who euthanized a vanilla candle with a napkin on the floor is none other than Madonna's brother, Christopher Ciccone. Evidently, the awful doesn't fall far from the tree.
Not that we're complaining, mind you. If nothing else, this was a priceless exchange:
Man Living Perennially in Bitch-Goddess Sister's Shadow: If that's a vegetable medley, I'm a monkey.
Dale Levitski: I will let Miss Sara know.
It's like dialogue from a lost Samuel Beckett play, Waiting for Risotto, as rewritten by All About Eve-era Joseph L. Mankiewicz.
Our only disappointment? That the Ciccone monkey got nowhere near Hung Huynh's oft-invoked ape.
6 comments:
I was wondering why that "random" diner was getting so much camera time.
He seems filled with unwarranted self-importance.
Good detective work! I loved that guy. Best guest ever and better than most of the Judges.
this is like a picture of a joke :
"Q ; how many gays does it take to hang an awkardly shaped mirror?
A : None because one is already Hung!"
Wondered who the A*hole was. Thanks for the illumination. And Hughman, hardyharhar lol!
Ahhh... so THAT'S the asshole. I wanted to bitch slap him then, and even more so, now.
So... what, Chris? Being a clinger-on-er relative of someone famous entitles you to be a dickwad? What's HIS talent?
"It's like dialogue from a lost Samuel Beckett play, Waiting for Risotto, as rewritten by All About Eve-era Joseph L. Mankiewicz."
That is EXACTLY what I was thinking! LOL!
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