Reality television

Ever get tired of the constant commercials that insist that you get an HDadapter by February of next year? Yeah, me too. It's like "alright already!!!". One thing tha is also getting annoying is too much reality television. Not everyone can do a reality TV show correctly. To support this argument, I present three (3) examples.

The first is Outsides Inn on CMT. OK, I don't watch CMT at all. But when I saw Bobby Brown and Marsha Brady on a country channel together, three letters entered my realm of conscienceness - WTF?! I have seen bits and pieces of he show and it isn't half bad. That is until Carnie Wilson steps in. One episode I saw had an American Idol theme to it where country musci hopefulls were wailing about tears in their beers, achy breaky hearts, and other stuff. These people were good. Bobby and Maureen (Marsha) gave them props. Carnie was a complete as-----, uh, sphinchter or starfish. Let's just say everybody has one and leave it at that. The portly washed-up porkchop didn't have a kind word to say to anyone and was booed unmercifully by the crowd. The show does need some work, but watching Bobby Brown's crack lips and fingers anywhere neaar a kitchen makes me wretch.

Next is BET's Hell Date. This is a bad show all around. One person get to pick which of three people they want to date. In the midst of it, the date goes terribly wrong (as planned). The climax is a dwarf in a devil suit hollering YOU ON HELL DATE. This little runt pops up out of cake, appears from around corners, and everywhere with his GIVE 'EM HELL speech before each date. This show is visual Charmin because the only thing is good fr is wiping your tush with.

And finally, New York Does Hollywood. Here we go again with the predictable tales of a young woman twice rejected by Flavor Flav ( I'll give you time to laugh like hell, then meet you further down the page....






....ok, ya done yet? Cool!) who hopes her long-flowing weave, freakishly gargantuan painted face, and fake boobage will help her to make it big in Hollywood. The few episodes I have seen have either cast her in a commercial for a Japanese sports drink in which she could break a pre-cut board with a karate chop or try and do a photo shoot with her overbearing mother in the mix. Pull the plug already!!! The funny thing is that all of the Flavor of Love models have been in men's magazines and videos. Poor Tiffany is trying to stretch her 15 minutes of fame to 27. Gotta give her props. She looks like a new millenium Elvira.

Well, my reality is heading to the gym and working out. I've gotta lose the few extra pounds that the Zaxby's Chicken Finger plate put on me this weekend. And who in the hell eats cole slaw?! My plate looked SCRUMPTIOUS with chicken fingers and fries, not to mention toast. And what's the buzz kill? Some dag-blasted cole slaw. Sheesh.

I'm a clown. I know it. Goober-mania is running wild!!!