My vacation started today, so I decided to sleep late and then partake in some daytime television.
Ah, Jerry Springer -- it's been too long. Your show always teaches us valuable lessons. For instance, attempting to reason with the audience will not stop the chants of "WHORE! WHORE! WHORE!"
Another lesson: the guys in the black shirts aren't anybody's friends. They only exist to create a physical barrier between the guests and the audience members leading the aforementioned chants.
So many lessons, so little time. Thank you, Jerry Springer.
Friday, June 30, 2006
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frankly, i can't go ANYWHERE, without people chanting "whore, whore, whore" ... apparently, my life is a Jerry Springer episode.
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