There is one and only one member of the What Not to Wear Crew that I just can't stand. It's real tough to be nice to someone when you just want to take a bat and beat them to a pulp. But that's what being an adult is all about.
But man I would love to beat 'em down to a fucking pulp.
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I'd pay good money to see that. I hate that show, and everybody on it. The original on BBC wasn't nearly as annoying.
rightwingprof,
Wow, I hardly ever come across anyone who's even seen the BBC one. I agree, but I think it greatly benefits just by virtue of only being 1/2 hour instead of a full hour. I think the BBC show was also good at the hosts being witty while also coming across as quite compassionate (albeit in that reserved, British sort of way)
Hey I was talking about one of the support staff, not the on air people. They are really great. The show is not for everyone. But it is a BBC production as a spin off of the British one.
I was just venting. I would never ever ever hit a woman, but this fuckin' broad, man I almost wish I could. It was that bad.
On the other hand I would love to give a beat down to everyone on Big Brother. Or the Kardashians. And Celebrity Rehab. Don't get me started.
I want to crush the mothers on Danny Bonaduce's show with Hulk Hands.
Puny human ...Hulk SMASH!
I would never ever ever hit a woman, but this fuckin' broad, man I almost wish I could. It was that bad.
Maybe you could "accidently" trip and fall against her while carrying a big glass of grape juice or red wine? Possibly she could "accidently" trip and fall against a sharp object?
Oh, that's too bad. I'd hoped you were talking about that woman host with the nasal voice you can hear for blocks. God, I hate her. I hate the other one, too. And I'm not real fond of the nasty cracks they make about the "guests," either.
The whole crew of that show needs to be tied up and forced to sit through about 24 solid hours of races at Talladega.
You know what I hate? The fact that I know the name "Kardashian" and can even associate a couple of images to those people--and I have no idea why.
It's sort of like Paris Hilton. Why do I know you? That space in my brain is normally reserved for someone with some redeeming social characteristic.
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