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Posted on 04/19/2014 5:28:07 PM PDT by Slings and Arrows
Fact: I Wanna Marry Harry is going to be the summer TV season's most-talked about new show. How do we know this? Well, just listen to the premise: 12 women compete for Prince Harry's love. The catch? It's not Prince Harry! Matthew Hicks, a normal English bloke, is pretending to be Prince William's red-headed brother. Cruel? Maybe. Entertaining? Hell yes.
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I hate the human race.
[H/t to Gefn for the link.]
I love these spoof reality shows. They are often better than the real ones.
The last one I saw was about an obnoxious boss who would choose to fire somebody by using a chimp that made the pick by choosing a banana.
Looks like they have some attractive ladies in the competition.
> I love these spoof reality shows. They are often better than the real ones.
There’s a difference?
It’s like the wreck on the highway. You know you shouldn’t look but you do, the gorier the more you want to look.
Not my fault.
And if the other dimensional horrors besides myself had any say, humanity would be cabana boys for outer planes entities.
Humanity is so entertaining, no interference required.
LOL Were they crying that he’s not really Prince Harry?
And that dumb one, “Prince Harry, Harry Potter, I don’t care,” sounds like a real keeper. I wonder how many airhead moments she has per hour.
“Bar Spectacle Entertainment”
The level of entertainment derived from the proceeding is proportional to the lack of logic divided by the amount of inappropriate disrobing times the amount of embarrassment the spectacle will feel later.
I forget how to factor in variable “beer” and “should know better” into this.
It’s like a clothes dryer full of sneakers in that skull.
And for you ladies, a guy’s mind? Dial tone.
Not true of all.
But the “Harry Potter/Prince Harry, it don’t matter” lady is... descriptive of that.
There are men in NY who need to be watered and walked or they’d expire.
And they serve in politics...
As I’ve said before, the problem with trying to find love on a reality show is that you’re looking for it among the folks who audition to go on reality shows.
“Badly connecting modem”
Gwurb-weeeble-bloooooong! Whoooooo-weeeedle-weeedle-weeedle zirnk!
The gore is from my brain oozing out my ears.
There’s a little saying that works well in these situations...
...Hastur, Hastur, Hastur.
> And that dumb one, Prince Harry, Harry Potter, I dont care, sounds like a real keeper. I wonder how many airhead moments she has per hour.
I can’t count that high.
You know, Trap-Neuter-Release doesn't have to be limited to cats.
I don’t know that I can condone that. But I understand the temptation.
Doubt I could work it through well enough to be published by even “modern drunkard.”
This is Awesome.
I suspect there are many of us that never look. I despise seeing a looky-lou that causes a traffic hazard right in the presence of a wreck that has just happened. There should be a special spot in Hell for the fool that gets a thrill from the tragedy of another.
In my job I sometimes have no choice but to watch.
Like the day some idiot with a low hauler flatbed decided to pull a u turn in the truck entrance.
Sunk flat to the pavement, then whined up a storm about it.
Then there was the cruiser bike midlife crisis kamikaze.
He signaled an exit move to the off ramp, changed his mind, signaled off again, changed his mind, repeat twice before deciding to split the difference, goose the throttle and go roaring off the highway and into a deep ditch as he flew between signposts.
Not a clue why he did that.
Didn’t kill him, but he probably wished it had afterwards.
Not long after that was the straight truck rollover on dry pavement.
Alone, nobody else.
Still trying to figure that one out.
He flipped it onto the driver side, the wheel lugs dug in, and he panic stomped the throttle.
Dragged it across the road until it turned turtle in a ditch.
Like I said, I still don’t know how he flipped it initially.
Winter that year, three snowplows got themselves stuck in the ditch out front of my house.
I’m sorry I didn’t see your comment before I went to sleep last night, or I would have answered it promptly.
I’ve only looked once. I was in 4th or 5th grade. The whole family was in the car; Mom, Dad, children in back seat. Mom saw it first and gasped. All us children could see were lots of ambulances and police cars with flashing lights which lets face it, are like catnip to kids. Mom saw the person on the side of the road lying there like a broken doll. I looked too, and saw it. Lets just say it gave me nightmares for a few nights afterwards.
Now, as an adult driver, I see the lights from the first responders and I look away, always saying a prayer that no one was seriously hurt or died.
I’m with you on people in Hell who get their jollies from people’s adversity. It’s so much easier to be nice to someone than to be mean to them
We try not to watch TV in the summer. Or any other time...
I’m not sure they can read.