NO BETTER EXAMPLE OF IRONY "Gordon Ramsay has revealed he's set to open a new restaurant in LA with Victoria Beckham. … The restaurateur broke the news at the GQ Men of the Year awards, telling the Daily Mail: 'Yes, it is true that Victoria and I are setting up a restaurant in LA together. I'm really excited.'"

There's a new bloody restaurant in West Hollywood, you fucking donkeys!

Gordon Ramsay … the fiery Scottish chef and star of Fox's "Hell's Kitchen" … was all smiles at the opening of his latest restaurant, Gordon Ramsay at The London West Hollywood, on Wednesday evening. The event was attended by celebrity guests such as "Will and & Grace" co-star Eric McCormack, "Survivor" host Jeff Probst, Kim Kardashian and David Beckman.

So why did Ramsay decide to set up shop on the West Coast?

"It's less aggressive than New York," he told The Associated Press in the kitchen during the opening celebration. "Vegas? I don't want to play my card in Las Vegas. It's materialistic. Here, it's proper. I'm very happy to be here. Everything is in abundance in California."

For his poor sous chef's sake, we hope Ramsay is able to laugh at the irony of saying Vegas is too materialistic whilst allowing Kim Kardashian and her expensive purse into his restaurant opening.

The problem with being the best for so long is that you stop trying. Such is why Rome fell and it's the affliction that currently taints The New York Times almost weekly.

Only a few days ago the Gray Lady dissected the decline of the "chick flick," today she blithely lays up a two-page look at — no shit — whether or not TV cooks like Gordon Ramsay swear too much. Here's an actual, real, unimagined quote from the piece, from chef Marco Pierre White: "I have sworn, yes, in the early days, going back 20 years … It was just growing up." Scintillating! Amazing how a story attempting to purify language can make us so desirous to curse.

In an effort to bolster the ever-assailed decorum of the Internet, Mollygood looks to poetry with Someone Haiku. Each day—using 17 syllables or less—you’re given the opportunity to wax poetic about some piece of flotsam or jetsam that’s washed up on the shores of Mollygood. Hopefully this Zen practice will not only bathe you in self-discovery, but also bring a touch of Eastern class to a global network of information that’s devolved into nothing more than tit websites and provocative MySpace pictures.

Today's Someone Haiku winner is Sugar Magnolia:

The wheels of justice
turn slowly. Underage girls…
lock up your grandkids.

That one was great!

New Someone Haiku after this jump.

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