Grilling Bobby Flay.

Watching Bobby Flay cook anything is like seeing an octopus get its head chopped off and then watching the tentacles still move on their own for fifteen minutes after the beheading. In fact, it's worse -- because at the end of the day, at least you know that the octopus tentacles are going to stop doing the thing that's grossing you out.

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The only way he knows how to prepare food is to grill it. The only way he knows how to approach any given situation is with arrogance, disrespect and general douchebaggery. I don't understand how he's managed to make money and gain recognition for so long. For shame, Food Network, for creating a stage for him to unleash on us all his horrid demeanor and uninspired dishes.

Bobby Flay, I hope you one day get recognized for the talentless asshole you are.



And Rachel Ray, you're next. Gnosh on that.