Somehow this Yahoo search led to me: “sarah michelle gellar pie”.
Given my distinct lack of affection for la Gellar, the idea of having her pudgy, bleached-blonde WBody ground up into little meatballs and used as the daily special at Mr. Gyros sounds positively smashing. Not that I’d want to eat her, mind you–if I want bitter I’ll have a Campari and soda–but it’s the thought that counts.
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