Wednesday, April 27, 2011
So turns out I'm obnoxiously obsessed and intensely addicted to the boob tube. It's an embarrassing pleasure of mine that reels me into euphoria every night. I'm so turned on by daytime talk shows and the hilarious wednesday night of comedy on Ah Beh Ceh. I'm wondering if a call to the balding beauty Dr. Phil would do me any help. But in recent events and unfortunate mishaps, I lost all control of my precious. DISH Network, the bungholes they are, decided to be total bleeotches to my parents, and ol' pops wasn't havin' that. I can still here Dad dropkicking the reciever through the outlett mall where the unlucky DISH Service Members awaited a witness of total embarrassment. All on my part, might I add. I was thankful though because we had a backup plan, Comcast was already hooking up the boxes at the house. I was gonna be ok, one day of missing the soaps and losing out on hearing what Whoopie thought about Donald Trumps dumbass mouth, and hair piece. We were to have the On Demand portion of the package deal, which turns out that the bastards up at Comcast had totally lied to my eardrum and said "oh sure you'll get errrythang on demand." Bull effing poo. I get NBC, CBS, and Logo. Thats about it. Dont get me wong, I love the gays all over NBC and Logo too, but CBS? Really? Thats the best you can do Comcast? Effing CBS? My DVR is gone, my Favs Channel Guide List is vamooshed, and I'm stuck with watching endless episodes of RuPauls Drag Race. I'm so over stupid cable providers. Gimme "The View" or gimme death.