I was given the old heave ho from trial número uno, which was slated to be between two and three weeks.
I’m back in the jury pool and am cleansing my soul with daytime television. I can’t read my boring book because the fire hose of daytime TV is completely washing me of all higher brain function.
Wayne Brady is going to burn in hell for taking part in the revamped Let’s Make a Deal. Hell I tell you.
The show can be summed up in four ways 1) uncontrolled screaming, 2) uncontrolled clapping, 3) un-restrained eye catching colors, and 4) uncontrolled FREAKING THE FUCK OUT over a barbecue grill.
There are people who watch this shit ALL DAY LONG. These people, as deduced by the commercials, have denture problems, hemorrhoid problems, and legal problems, (possibly all three, perhaps that’s why they’re home watching this televised death of a nation instead of doing ANYTHING ELSE.)
[Insert clip from The Loved One of Mr. Joyboy and his Mother]
SPOILER ALERT, this is what my blog is named after. (It is also one of my favorite movies.)
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