I ain't rocking the boat, I'm giving chickens seasickness
Confession: Every time I work on weekday afternoons I catch the last fifteen minutes of the Maury Show. It is a terrible, terrible train wreck of a show, and yet somehow impossible not to watch, for it asks questions like:
"Did her cousin's husband get her pregnant?"
"Is Nicole's boyfriend the father of her best friend's child?"
Every show has a theme like, "My secret is out: I slept with the babysitter!" and during the commercial breaks, ads run for future episodes of Maury: "Do you think your son-in-law is cheating on your daughter? Confront him on the Maury Show!"
We've only had a TV in the office for a couple of weeks, so I haven't seen that many episodes of Maury, but every single one that I've seen has involved a DNA test. Such quality television.
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In other news, it is hot as fuuuuuuuck here. Thank God for being at work right now. In an hour and forty-five minutes I have to go back to the house without AC, though. Nooooo . . .
"Did her cousin's husband get her pregnant?"
"Is Nicole's boyfriend the father of her best friend's child?"
Every show has a theme like, "My secret is out: I slept with the babysitter!" and during the commercial breaks, ads run for future episodes of Maury: "Do you think your son-in-law is cheating on your daughter? Confront him on the Maury Show!"
We've only had a TV in the office for a couple of weeks, so I haven't seen that many episodes of Maury, but every single one that I've seen has involved a DNA test. Such quality television.
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In other news, it is hot as fuuuuuuuck here. Thank God for being at work right now. In an hour and forty-five minutes I have to go back to the house without AC, though. Nooooo . . .