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Thursday, January 8th, 2004
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1:22p - for chrissake, people!
my annoyance this afternoon can be best described using a metaphor my dad so eloquently articulated:
"reality tv is like dog shit in the backyard, there's no escaping it."
*"my big, fat, obnoxious fiance," need i say more?*
my real beef:
the NBC network execs have their heads so far up trump's ass they can see regis's dick.
i don't care how fucking rich he is, no one messes with must see tv. it is sacred.
i hope all those who have been eagerly looking forward to this evenings new friends episode boycott the malodorous trash which follows.
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