Kuwabara, kuwabara...
One day, I am going to go on a motherfucking homicidal rampage. No one will expect it, I'll just snap in the middle of work, or school, or something. And I will kill relentlessly until killed myself. The doctors and psychiatrists will muddle over my corpse, shaking their heads.
"What made him do it?" They'll ask themselves, tapping their chins and sighing in wonder.
And then, one of them will realize it.
"REALITY TV! OF COURSE! WHY HADN'T I SEEN IT BEFORE!"
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Seriously, though.
This shit is unbelievable. I just saw something on TV as my mother channel surfed-- men walking down some aisle, like the kind of deal you'd see at a fashion show. With one catch-- they were dressed as and made up as women.
"Okay," I said to myself, "Some people have alternate lifestyles, and like to dress as women. No problem." I turned back to watching my queue in World of Warcraft count down, when suddenly it cut to a woman talking about how one man would "win the contest" and she couldn't believe he "made such a bold move." Then it cut to the guys, laughing and talking about how they couldn't believe they did it but it was fun. All of them manly as hell. I suddenly realized-- this was a Reality TV show. But not just any Reality TV show. The worst one ever. My fears were made sure by the name of the horrid piece that appeared on the small, digital display.
"He's a Lady"
Can anyone believe this? I sit here in my chair, still locked in utter, silent disbelief. I want to scream bloody murder and crush something, particularily whoever directed this atrocity, yet there is nothing an no one nearby to sate my festering rage. So I sit here in contemplation, boiling. And crying for humanity.
One day I'mma find the motherfucker that got that show together, and put them on my own reality show. "How fucking long can you live with a butcher knife in your skull, motherfucker?" The winner dies painfully.
"What made him do it?" They'll ask themselves, tapping their chins and sighing in wonder.
And then, one of them will realize it.
"REALITY TV! OF COURSE! WHY HADN'T I SEEN IT BEFORE!"
~
Seriously, though.
This shit is unbelievable. I just saw something on TV as my mother channel surfed-- men walking down some aisle, like the kind of deal you'd see at a fashion show. With one catch-- they were dressed as and made up as women.
"Okay," I said to myself, "Some people have alternate lifestyles, and like to dress as women. No problem." I turned back to watching my queue in World of Warcraft count down, when suddenly it cut to a woman talking about how one man would "win the contest" and she couldn't believe he "made such a bold move." Then it cut to the guys, laughing and talking about how they couldn't believe they did it but it was fun. All of them manly as hell. I suddenly realized-- this was a Reality TV show. But not just any Reality TV show. The worst one ever. My fears were made sure by the name of the horrid piece that appeared on the small, digital display.
"He's a Lady"
Can anyone believe this? I sit here in my chair, still locked in utter, silent disbelief. I want to scream bloody murder and crush something, particularily whoever directed this atrocity, yet there is nothing an no one nearby to sate my festering rage. So I sit here in contemplation, boiling. And crying for humanity.
One day I'mma find the motherfucker that got that show together, and put them on my own reality show. "How fucking long can you live with a butcher knife in your skull, motherfucker?" The winner dies painfully.