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4 May 2011 02:13 am "BALDY, YOU GOT NO 'AIR!", some kid shouted repeatedly.
One might expect from me to support such insolence to the Bald Kind without any doubt in my mind (the Gods of Irony are conspiring now to make me into a baldy, you can bet your right testicle on that (why the right one? Because oftentimes, it's the one that's lowest, so it's just easier to cut it off if you would lose the bet - I'm always thinking practical, you can tell!)).
In this case, I didn't support the person it came from, however. This came from an eighteen year old REDHEAD who also was blessed with horrible facial features that really did make him look like the embodiment of evil (had Cartman been right all along? No, it can't be, so many beautiful redheads exist! Who cares if they spontaneously combust when you put them in the sun?).
TV makers have clearly run out of locations to shoot reality TV shows. This gruesome excuse for a boy was recorded on his way to his prison cell for the night because he was drunk and had violently attacked people. It was his mother who had called the police to take him in (!!!! If even his mother thinks her evil son must be put away... well then!). You see violent people, drunk people, happy people who are convinced it was all a mistake, etc. Nothing that you wouldn't expect to see in this type of short-term prison.
I wonder why these prisoners gave their consent afterwards to use the video material for the programme. Is it just a question of grabbing just about any chance to be on TV with both hands?
"Bitch, ya kno' I cannae sing and I look like horse shite! So I cannae go on X Factor or Britain's Got Talent! This is MY chance to shine!" (is something my evil redhead could reply to me).
If I were an employer and I'd see one of my employees insanely drunk, spitting on a policewoman and smashing his head against a wall, I'd think twice about the future of said employee. (Lucky for them: the only thing I employ at the moment is Joseph, my braindead alter ego who is in a wheelchair and lives as a plant (and not a plant you boast about during your weekly Garden Club meetings).
I get annoyed when watching all that pointless exhibitionism from ordinary people and their ordinary lives (the only TRUE exhibitionism is what you can find at ChatRoulette! At least there you see some WANGS!). It's all just so ordinary. What do I care if Marietta always eats fish on Tuesdays because her grandmother was a woman with very noisy diarrhea and a very bad case of pubic lice?
Well, I guess what I'm ultimately trying to say is that they should do a reality TV show on me (the Gods of Vanity are now conspiring to give me just that, because I have pleased them!). At least it wouldn't be that boring (except for the times that it will be)... hmmm... perhaps it's better to say "at least it wouldn't be ordinary...."
One might expect from me to support such insolence to the Bald Kind without any doubt in my mind (the Gods of Irony are conspiring now to make me into a baldy, you can bet your right testicle on that (why the right one? Because oftentimes, it's the one that's lowest, so it's just easier to cut it off if you would lose the bet - I'm always thinking practical, you can tell!)).
In this case, I didn't support the person it came from, however. This came from an eighteen year old REDHEAD who also was blessed with horrible facial features that really did make him look like the embodiment of evil (had Cartman been right all along? No, it can't be, so many beautiful redheads exist! Who cares if they spontaneously combust when you put them in the sun?).
TV makers have clearly run out of locations to shoot reality TV shows. This gruesome excuse for a boy was recorded on his way to his prison cell for the night because he was drunk and had violently attacked people. It was his mother who had called the police to take him in (!!!! If even his mother thinks her evil son must be put away... well then!). You see violent people, drunk people, happy people who are convinced it was all a mistake, etc. Nothing that you wouldn't expect to see in this type of short-term prison.
I wonder why these prisoners gave their consent afterwards to use the video material for the programme. Is it just a question of grabbing just about any chance to be on TV with both hands?
"Bitch, ya kno' I cannae sing and I look like horse shite! So I cannae go on X Factor or Britain's Got Talent! This is MY chance to shine!" (is something my evil redhead could reply to me).
If I were an employer and I'd see one of my employees insanely drunk, spitting on a policewoman and smashing his head against a wall, I'd think twice about the future of said employee. (Lucky for them: the only thing I employ at the moment is Joseph, my braindead alter ego who is in a wheelchair and lives as a plant (and not a plant you boast about during your weekly Garden Club meetings).
I get annoyed when watching all that pointless exhibitionism from ordinary people and their ordinary lives (the only TRUE exhibitionism is what you can find at ChatRoulette! At least there you see some WANGS!). It's all just so ordinary. What do I care if Marietta always eats fish on Tuesdays because her grandmother was a woman with very noisy diarrhea and a very bad case of pubic lice?
Well, I guess what I'm ultimately trying to say is that they should do a reality TV show on me (the Gods of Vanity are now conspiring to give me just that, because I have pleased them!). At least it wouldn't be that boring (except for the times that it will be)... hmmm... perhaps it's better to say "at least it wouldn't be ordinary...."
