when i grow up...
When I grow up I'll start using capitals for titles, wear leather shoes and jeans without rips. I'll also get out of bed before 10am, work harder, and spend less time watching family guy. Maybe.
But enough about that. I'm sitting here at midnight, with a chicken and corn cuppa-soup watching the prime minister answering questions in the house of representatives.
Such is the lows that television has stooped. Stupid game show programs with dim witted and big breasted females staring blankly into the camera. You can almost hear the wind blowing through their skull.
On the other hand, you have the male hosts, that try to make up for their lack of cleavage by overcompensating, and turning their charm and sleaze dial to 11.
What is wrong with re-runs of seinfeld, or some bad 70's drama? Television. If watching too much of it doesn't kill you, watching too much of those gameshows will make you kill yourself.
eek.
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