As I mentioned in an earlier post, I am thinking of ways to make some quick cash so that I can fund junior’s “furniture & formula”…um….fund. Yeah, redundancy really drives the point home. So in a desperate attempt at funding the…fund. Here is an ode to my benefactor. Ahem….
Rachel Ray, Rachel Ray
With my heart, have your way
See your beauty on display
Cooking burgers or flambé
What I want to, I cannot say
Cash is tight, so I must say
$1 million is all you pay
To spend with me an entire day
Trying so hard, can’t find a way
For you to keep your desires at bay
You are too late, to make your play
I’m married now and have no say
She is great and with my “bay-bay”
And so apart you and I must stay
Unless of course you want to pay
$1 million in cash so I can stay
Fiscally solvent, day-to-day!
Stuff My Brain Filter Doesn't Catch 
Oh Rachel you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind. Hey Rachel! Hey Rachel!
By: Shannon on June 14, 2007
at 10:03 pm
Ridiculous.
By: Maggie on June 20, 2007
at 6:12 pm
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By: Rachael…I just don’t know you anymore « Stuff My Brain Filter Doesn’t Catch on May 29, 2008
at 8:18 pm