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.
I had to back up off of it and sit the front of book down/sidebars and graphics, yeah, I'm fucked up, now/But it ain't no stoppin/the Review's still poppin/Harvard's got columnists from the city of Cambridge/to serve me...
God, I find this depressing. On the bright side, baklava is likely to gain favor as a holiday treat. Mmmmm, baklava. (I prefer Shatila out of Detroit. Middle Eastern, not Greek, sorry George.)
As a Greek-American, I feel eminently qualified to make the following assertion: Mr. Stephanopoulos' love of the spotlight and the attendant fame is surpassed only by his overwhelming need to don a hairpiece that most closely resembles a wayward wolverine who has come to its final resting place atop the highest ground it could find.
@♥AntiSocialSocialite♥: I met him at the Vancouver Summit and made a complete ass of myself, much to the amusement of the Secret Service agent behind him.
I was working with Starbucks and when he came up to the counter I helpfully pointed out "this is the regular coffee, that's decaf..." and was desperately fishing for something, ANYTHING to say, just so I had an excuse for looking at him.
"And these are muffins," I said, waving a hand over said muffins. He looked at me like "oh god, not another one" and walked away while the SS guy snickered into his cufflinks.
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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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Yasoo, George!
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Great head of hair, that one.
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I was working with Starbucks and when he came up to the counter I helpfully pointed out "this is the regular coffee, that's decaf..." and was desperately fishing for something, ANYTHING to say, just so I had an excuse for looking at him.
"And these are muffins," I said, waving a hand over said muffins. He looked at me like "oh god, not another one" and walked away while the SS guy snickered into his cufflinks.
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