I watched TV on the back of the headrest on JetBlue flying into JFK tonight. It was something else. I watched all these shows that I would’ve sworn were fiction, had I been asked to pick which one was real on “Wait! Wait! Don’t Tell Me.”
One was Flava Flav and all these women. Think “Survivor,” only with chicks vying to date that fascinating specimen. Then, I watched MTV’s Parental Control. This is.. uh… let’s see: it’s a family with an adult child. The parents and the current boyfriend or girlfriend sit on the couch and watch their son or daughter go out on dates with other people. Yep.
I saw all kinds of other stuff, but I’m mental from watching. I laughed out loud 100 times out of incredulety (sp?).
I swear: one day, I’ll turn it on and people will be throwing hammers at each other. In fact, I might just develop that show myself.
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