I was asleep in the middle of the night when

I was asleep in the middle of the night when I heard a loud crash. I jumped out of bed and opened my door and saw
the UPS man saying that i needed to sign for a package.
But I was too busy checking out his. Thank god the UPS HR department hires straight out of the CW acting pool, this delivery guy was H-O-T hot. We took to ordering things just to
have him come in so we could practice the bend and snap. The chiropractor down the street had to add an extra bed for all of us women from the office.
Because we were a company of really obese women. This is why we needed a chiropractor and the extra bed. In fact, when we lay face down on the head rest called a donut, it was
like everything we did involved food. The bottom line is that food is better than sex -- food IS sex. Every nibble and swallow and moist taste leads to insatiable desires and angst
, an existential crisis in every bite. It's like masturbating with Anthony Bourdain. You can't know, but you do. And the food is
actually not bad, considering how distracted most of the cooks are. I had the steak tartar last night and if you could ignore the
overly strong urine odor in the place, maybe dessert was in the offing as well. Even so, she barely touched anything on her plate and I wondered if this review was ever going to be
favorable. When the review came out, I found out why. You keep food warm by simming it in a bain marie, not Marie's bain.

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