way a second...
are you fuckn kidding me?
no friends, this isn't a joke.
let me take you back to the scene of the whine....
it was a cold, wet Saturday evening.
take out sushi and PVR as foreplay to a boozy night.
our main feature for your fave couple - The Donald Trump Show (aka Celeb Apprentice).....
now, quick footnote - we were watching a show that had aired 2 weeks ago.
as such, the outcome of the show was known with the underlying issue for the dismissal quite apparent as well.
nevermind.
we watched the show.
Dennis 'cranberry vodka' (sorry hon) Rodman was the cause for niagara falls.
The former bad man of the NBA, had finally done enough personal damage to be relieved of his apprenticeship duties, by literally drinking himself into a pink slip (and no, I don't mean his queen gear)...
the final scenes of the 'show' were filled with tough love, reality style, as Dennis' celeb pals outted his boozy behaviour to the rest of the cast....
maybe i'm being too harsh, but I just can't get upset for something as faux dramatic as a celeb party animal going into rehab.
that's just the way it is.
it's called the Lohan factor - once bitten, twice high.
does that make me a bad person?
perhaps.
does that make my gf a true saint?
of course ;)
it also may mean that reality TV is the devil.
(this may also also mean that i'll be on the couch tonight).
there you have it kids.... another great reason for less tube and more boob.
feel me.
