If you’re reading this, I owe you an apology. Why? Because I watched over 1/2 The Bachelor while a pile of laundry coats our closet floor (I close my eyes and pretend that I care about the water I’m saving, and impress myself with how green I am being) and I found myself thinking, “Please don’t choose her.”
As the reader of at least one tasty morsel, you deserve better than this. Because not only did I watch over 1/2 The Bachelor, I also watched much of the show that followed, Conveyor Belt of Love. Grown man after barely grown man traveled slowly across a stage on a conveyor belt with 60 seconds to convince 5 women that at least one of them should choose to go out on a date with him. And then, my former readers, I called Brandon in from the other room to make him watch how the pretty blond said that she wanted to go on another date with the Chris Farley impersonating, wine connoisseur.
I am on this walk of shame in front of you tonight, and wish I could say that it won’t happen again… but I so enjoy the taste of blood from a good train wreck (tasty, fleshy morsels).
I can’t judge - This weekend I ate around 9 pudding cups and watched Bait Car while sitting against my new back massager. It would be kind of sad if it didn’t make me so happy. What’s that? You’ve never heard of Bait Car? Let me explain….
http://www.trutv.com/shows/bait_car/index.html