Someday in the (hopefully) near future, all the assholes who pitch reality shows will find themselves on a Great Depression-like bread line, bitching to each other about how they got screwed for coming up with ideas that were once fancied, while secretly coming up with a new pitch about all their asshole, unemployed brethren for a new show.
I find it hard to be snarky when there are little fatted kitten tics lying about making me want to love them, and hug them, and squeeze them sooo tight, or possibly run screaming from the mammal/turtle shell hybrid-o-fur thing in that picture that could raise its head and be a feral vampire wombat. (I'd like to poke it lightly with a stick just to be sure.)
I would so love to see a reality TV show where people compete with a cat to see how long they can lie face down in a pillow before they suffocate. They can start with the chick who plays serena van der woodsen. Episode 2 could be Bill O'Reilley.
Why should this surprise me? Accenture threw this ass-clown overboard. Are the company's employees now expected to keep his image -- and those idiot ads proclaiming "Be a Tiger" -- plastered all over their cubicles?
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That's a reality show I might actually watch.
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...I'd love to see a reality show about the staff of Cat Fancy. Think about it.
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#complicatedthings
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My number is...
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Sincerely,
The Management."
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"I'll always be your wingman. Your sparkly, star-studded, Bedazzled and well-gelled wingman."
Also - the fake face fuzz is the gay male equivalent to lip gloss on a 4 year old beauty pageant contestant.
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