I thought you wrote "televised vacuum taste" for a second. You know, the television equivalent of what you taste after you vacuum: stale popcorn, skin flakes, beer and a hint of singed hair.
I made the mistake of watching a rerun of season 1 the other day...next thing I know I'm posted on the couch on a Saturday until 2pm watching the entire first two seasons as they re air on MTV. It's somehow a brilliant bit of television that fits the times. The thing that keeps popping in my head....How much lower can I get?
I just saw a clip on The Soup from the new season and couldn't believe my fucking eyes. This show's up and running AGAIN? What? Seriously I had no idea.
Just when I thought I'd expunged the ick I see Sammi and who-the-fuck-ever STILL arguing about who's "fake." It all came back badly, inescapably, like awful brain herpes.
Dude, I don't think I can do it. I just don't. Can't. Must not. Hope I don't. Shame. Self-loathing. Don't make me. God help me. FUCK!
I just saw a clip on The Soup from the new season and couldn't believe my fucking eyes. This show's up and running AGAIN? What? Seriously I had no idea.
Just when I thought I'd expunged the ick I see Sammi and who-the-fuck-ever STILL arguing about who's "fake." It all came back badly, inescapably, like awful brain herpes.
Dude, I don't think I can do it. I just don't. Can't. Must not. Hope I don't. Shame. Self-loathing. Don't make me. God help me. FUCK!