I Could Catch a Monkey
i watch a lot of teevee.
there. i said it.
maybe not a lot lot, but more than i used to. not like, come home, turn it on and watch even if it's reruns of Mad About You. just, what are we doing tonight? nothing? i guess we should watch some Battlestar Galactica then.
yeah. i like me the battlestar galactica. i've got a little crush on starbuck. she's all tough and can fly half-alive cylon planes.
sassyass likes the Lost. i'm not so much on the Lost so far, but he talked it up some more so maybe i'll give it another chance. we also tried watching that new show Numb3rs. the title is all 1337 so i thought they might make it work for the kiddies.
nope. it sux0rs!!oneoneeleventyone!!
anyway, sassyass came over last night to watch The Office with us. this show is high-larious in that physically-painful-to-watch way.
god. this is a boring blogpost. teevee is boring.
i think i'll talk about strip clubs instead.
we've decided that the next time she can escape the rozilla, we will spirit bunnylulu away with us to the strip club. we being me and sassyass and our old ladies.
we haven't actually TOLD bunnylulu this yet or her husband who may do a mothra impression when she tells him. although he could come too. just, you know, he'd have to buy his own lapdance.
hi lulu! m'wah!
so yeah, we'd all go the strip club because while sassyass and i have been to a striperro or two, none of the womenfolk have. that's just unamerican. and if there's one thing that unites us all it's an appreciation for breasts.
breasts. they're what's for dinner.
plus we need to get in shape for our bachelor / bachelorette parties.
do some, uh, heavy lifting. (*snicker*)
see? breasts are more interesting than teevee. i've proved it scientifically using a television and breasts and my interest. breasts on television are more interesting than a television on breasts. unless it's projection teevee and then i'm going with projection teevee on breasts. especially if it's an episode of Three's Company.
actually. that sounds pretty good.
bring on the science!
Forget snorting coke off a hooker's ass, I want to watch tv projected on boobs!
Dude, I have Battlestar Galactica comics #1 and #2 from 1978. My mom stashed them away in a time capsule sort of thing for me and my brother when we were young. Last year we opened it up and I'm all stoked. They've even got GRIT and Charles Atlas ads in them...Battlestar Galactica kicks ass forever.