I loathe reality television. LOATHE. It is one of the larger sacrifices I make to Paroxi-Wife in exchange for being able to watch so much NBA that there’s an indentation in my couch from my ass. Thankfully she doesn’t subject me to American Idol or You’ve Got Talent or Let’s Have Fun With Stereotypes, but suffice it to say, I know way more about Tori and Dean than I ever wanted to. That said? I will watch this. I will watch it like I am trying to choke the life out of it. I will watch it like I am watching mushrooms to make sure mushrooms are not snake eggs.
CRAZY PILLS HAS HIS OWN SHOW!
The only way this could be better is if they called it “They Call Me Crazy Pills.” That would be far more accurate.
Do you realize there will now be a television show about a man that ran into the stands during a game and hit the wrong dude? Who made his own Michael Jackson tribute? Who shaves things into his head and dies his hair blonde and then shaves it the next day when they lose?
via Hardwood Paroxysm.