Wednesday, October 03, 2007


Weigh in here on this weighty issue.

The little dweeb went from monkey humping to monkey dumping faster than a drunken debutante's dress can hit the floor on prom night. And if you're reading this Jonny, that ringing in your ears isn't from eating the stage; it's the sound of your fifteen minutes expiring.

...which kinda takes me to another issue that left me confused. How is it that shows like Survivor or The Simple Life are called "reality TV". MTV got it right when they called one of their series "The Surreal Life". There's nothing real about these shows. If Paris Hilton and Nichole Ritchie really did make a habit out of visiting pig farms, then perhaps the shows might be aptly named. I'm not saying that they can't be entertaining (for someone else). I'm just saying that they're about as real as a Clinton promise.

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