Crap television extravaganza!
Well, I'm outta Bosnia, for sure. No more Slovenian/German MTV for me. No sir.
It's Celebrity Big Brother time.
I don't know what's happening to me as I get older. I'm trading in my Independent Film Channel for prime time reality programming. I'm becoming one of those people. A statistic. A viewer between the age of 30 and 35 who can'ts get enough of potty talk. I nod at the sage advice given by Jermaine Jackson and do a little Jacki happy dance when Jade is given the boot by the British viewing public.
Can I sink any lower?
Yes. Yes, I can.
Can I be any more excited by Strictly Lady Sumo? No, I can't. Just how easy is it to recruit the first ever British female Sumo wrestling team to compete in Japan? I don't know, but I'll find out.
And let you know.
It's Celebrity Big Brother time.
I don't know what's happening to me as I get older. I'm trading in my Independent Film Channel for prime time reality programming. I'm becoming one of those people. A statistic. A viewer between the age of 30 and 35 who can'ts get enough of potty talk. I nod at the sage advice given by Jermaine Jackson and do a little Jacki happy dance when Jade is given the boot by the British viewing public.
Can I sink any lower?
Yes. Yes, I can.
Can I be any more excited by Strictly Lady Sumo? No, I can't. Just how easy is it to recruit the first ever British female Sumo wrestling team to compete in Japan? I don't know, but I'll find out.
And let you know.
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4:59 AM
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