‘I’m Gonna Eat It.. Gonna Eat it Right Off…’
Kelsey Grammer apparently never pulled his muzzle away from Kayte Walsh’s because here he is two days later still locked in combat with his inner-beast and its eternal hunger for human face. It’s almost as if every kiss pains him, but at the same time, his heart has never known such love. Not counting all those other marriages. “That doesn’t suggest a pattern,” he’ll say while slowly pulling meat tenderizer out of his pocket. “And this will bring out your eyes,” he also says.