So The Dish has lots of  obessions. Of course one of those obsessions is me but we are not talking about me at the moment. We are talking about The Dish. Its also not about the basket load of lube that I won and all the things that are NOT going to happen with it.  No its much worse:

(I bet you didn’t believe me about this whole Morgan Freeman thing. I also bet you didn’t know that Morgan Freeman is actually a 5′ 4″ white woman…Like I said he’s a sneaky fucker!)

He’s worn me down folks…worn me right the fuck down. So we are trading in our rather fussy high priced escort,

for a down and dirty hooker because I am still in the middle of that meltdown you know. Which by the way is moving right along. I crossed off #2 and soon I will be able to cross #3 off the list but instead of a sexy convertible I guess I am getting a stripped down shiny black car with….T FUCKING TOPS! Oh yeah T-tops baby. I am so going out and buying The Dish a mesh tank top and a gold Italian horn an making him wear them WHEN EVER we drive this pretty hot rod of a ride.

There is however one last piece to this awesome picture. I just need to convince The Coquette to do it for me because I think it is high time I start rockin’ this look again!!!!