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Rachael Ray Sex Videos, the Director's Cuts, Available Friday Nov 21, 2007 - 12:14
NEW YORK - The long-awaited director's cuts of the Rachael Ray sex videos, "Thirty-Minute Ménages" and "Rachael Ray for $40 a Day," will be available this Friday. These never-before-released, artisanal creations, packaged in a black-truffle-scented, box-set edition, contain roughly sixty-nine minutes of additional, lip-smacking footage.
"Sometimes you just can't get all the junk into your trunk in thirty minutes," says the irrepressible cook in the liner notes to the director's cuts.
"That's why we decided to spread out," adds Ms. Ray, who could never be accused of spreading herself too thin.
In her original sex videos, the cook that everybody loves to hate poked triple-X-rated fun at her annoyingly perky image by appearing in a series of loud, raucous sexual encounters with a variety of partners and foodstuffs, including a prize-winning zucchini named Buster.
"Hi, I'm Rachael Ray!" she announces as she bounds onto her kitchen set wearing nothing but a crotchless apron.
"I'll bet you've never seen a kitchen with stirrups in it before! Awesome! In the next thirty minutes I'm going to show you how you can whip up a tasty, wholesome meal while balling your brains out, and without burning your butt on the stove! Awesome! I'm getting hungry—and horny—just thinking about it! Let's get cooking!"
Ms. Ray then whips off her apron and twirls it over her head. As she is joined on the set by two impressive-looking men in loincloths, she giggles, "Meat! It's what's for dinner! Bring on the EVOO!"
The director's cut of "Thirty-Minute Ménages," filmed by Ms. Ray's younger brother, Manny, features additional footage in which chef Mario Batali and R.E.M.'s Michael Stipe assist Ms. Ray in whipping up an exquisite risotto.
Rachael and Buster the zucchini.
Also featured in this expanded video is Ms. Ray's hilarious spoof on the small-plates vogue.
"If my titties don't qualify as small plates, I don't know what does," says Ms. Ray as Mr. Batali drizzles thirty-five-year-old balsamic vinegar and fried basil bits over her breasts.
The second video, "Rachael Ray for $40 a Day," features the spunky, 5'3" dynamo having sex in "several famous cities" around the world in lodgings that cost $40 a day or fewer.
"Hi! This is Rachael Ray!" the video begins, "and I'm here to tell you, you don't have to spend a lot of money having sex on clean, six-hundred-thread count sheets to have a good time! I'm also here to tell you I'm not wearing any underwear! Hee, hee, hee!"
In the director's cut of this video, also filmed by her brother, Ms. Ray has no-holes-barred sex with multiple, camouflage-clad partners in a Baghdad café.
"Awesome!" says Ms. Ray as the tenth-and-last soldier departs. "That sends the right message to the troops! Hee, hee, hee. Who says the surge isn't working!"
Many people know that certain gemstones, power phrases, and colors are associated with different signs of the zodiac. Only the true stargazer understands, however, the relationships among small appliances and zodiac signs. If you're always a few nachos short of a grande, you should open your mind to the voice of the small appliance that rules your universe—especially if that appliance is hissing or emiting sparks.
Sagittarius (11/22 - 12/21): Although panic and campaign buttons aren't standard equipment on most Chef John blenders, yours is equipped with them. You will need the panic button when the candidate you support in a school board election is caught on a live mic calling the head of the school board a cunt.
Capricorn (12/22 - 1/19): Be the envy of the zodiac with your Elvis Presley Solar-Powered Walking Stick and Eight-Track Flashback. The Gladys model doubles as a dowser that shimmies whenever an Elvis sighting is immanent, say, at a Popeyes or Krispy Kremes.
Aquarius (1/20 - 2/18): Thanks to the Quentin Tarentino Home Movie Splicer there's no need for cats to suck the breath out of babies any more. Now you can edit the little crumb snatchers out of home movies and replace them with cartoon monsters.
Pisces (2/19 - 3/20): Behind every successful Pisces there's a steam iron. George Washington, for example, used a crude form of a steam iron to press his uniform before posing for that famous photo op of him crossing the Delaware. Unfortunately, there wasn't time for the other men in the photo to borrow Washington's iron.
Aries (3/21 - 4/19): Your fastidiousness and passion for order are governed by the Sterile-matic Continuous-Clean Toaster. Unlike most people, whose toaster pans contain calcified nuggets with the mineral properties of fertilizer, your Sterile-matic and, by extension, your life are gleaming monuments to civility.
Taurus (4/20 - 5/20): The constellation Amana passing through the House of Proctor and Gamble designates the crockpot as your ruling small appliance. Unfortunately, the crockpot signifies both the pleasure of cooking for a family and the loneliness of the mechanized meal. Heads you win, tails you eat alone.
Gemini (5/21 - 6/21): The Katy Perry iPod rocks the Gemini world with high-production-values sensitivity. An 8-gigabyte memory is standard equipment on this gem, so no matter how often your muse comes singing in the mist, there will always be room for the rhymes she inspires.
Cancer (6/22 - 7/22): Cancerians owe their clear skin to the Digital Electronic Cold Sore Eliminator. Blind dates, important job interviews, appearances in police lineups—with the Electronic Zit Remover you can make a smooth appearance whatever the occasion. Those walking STD incubators Lena Dunham and Amy Schumer swear by theirs. You will, too.
Leo (7/23 - 8/22): Portable, battery-operated desk fans are associated with many influential persons. No matter what your Leo body type—Mick Jagger, Arnold Schwarzenegger, or Mae West—a desk fan can help to keep you cool. Mick never leaves home, his own or his latest model friend's, without his.
Virgo (8/23 - 9/22): Your ruling cosmic appliance—a Dual-Action Reading Light and Self-Cleaning Fish Scaler—will become exceedingly scarce and valuable after it is demonstrated by Martha Stewart on a shopping channel segment sponsored by the National Organization of Women.
Libra (9/23 - 10/23): David Chang Electronic Chopsticks-Cum-Knitting Needles are the perfect appliance for Librans on the go. Why overdose on greasy wontons and calory-laden duck sauce when you can knit one and purl two while you're waiting for your steamed selections from column A and column B to arrive.
Scorpio (10/24 - 11/21): The Lidia Bastianich Air Freshener and Pasta Maker satisfies your passion for practicality. You can prepare dinner without worrying that your tricolored tortellini will be compromised by litter box odor while you try to impress that important family member or friend.
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