Jessica Simpson is pretty much my dream woman, and I’m not going to apologize for that. Maybe it’s just my old fashioned romantic charm, but Jessica just seems like the kind of girl that – if this were 1956 – her biggest goal in life would be to marry a dreamy doctor or mop the floor all by herself. I don’t need a lot of challenging conversation or radical thinking from my women. If they could just meet my needs and do what I say while looking perky and cute, that would be great.
When might Tony develop?
