I need to stop watching the television. Sometimes I find myself shouting at it. Here's a few of the things that have urked me.
Who is Tony St Clair and why should I care if you Tangerey? Personally, I put some salt on my hand, shoot the tequila, and suck on a lime. I hope they don't think Tony will be as big a hit as Rubberband Man has been for Office Max. Go away Tony and "get down" Rubber.
Who is John Basedow, fitness celebrity? I never heard of him and, apparently, no one else did. Early commercials didn't call him a fitness celebrity. His "classic" body pose while idly looking off in the distance just shows a guy with little man syndrome and a big ego. And his buddy, talking about
how he simply couldn't put a price on his results, needs to blow his nose.
There were witnesses who saw a woman lift her 3 children and throw them into San Francisco Bay. Why in the hëll didn't those witnesses lift her up and tell her to "save the kids" as they threw her in?
I watched a great show yesterday called Divas of the Outdoors. Some east Texas ladies who are real outdoorswomen. I laughed when the credits were rolling at the end of the show. Divas of the Outdoors was brought to me by Smith & Wesson. Ladies, how many times have I said that a woman's best friends are named Smith & Wesson, as is their cousin, Winchester?
My favorite is on right now. I had to turn it off. Austin Stevens is on Animal Planet and is determining which snake killed Cleopatra. THE ONE THAT BIT HER, YOU FOOL. Here's your sign. And, we all know it was the asp.
I'm going to read now.
A good friend will bail you out of jail...
but a true friend will be sitting
next to you saying,
"Dâmn... that was fun!".