I wasn't going to write about Jesse James Decker anymore because first of all, I don't even know who she is, and (B, what's with these guys these women always wind up with. You women really have to start upping your standards a little. Just because you don't want to die alone doesn't mean you should settle for some knuckle dragging silverback caveman. Look at that guy. I bet he holds his silverware in his fists like a gorilla. "ME WANT FOOD. ME HUNGY". Moron. And I hate those shoes Jess. Come on get it together.
By the way, she looks remarkably like Elsa Pataky so that's pretty much good enough reason for me. Still, she's a pretender. No offense Jesse. If that is your real name.
