Doodle and I are just lovin' today's Dr. Phil. She came home around 2:45 after a few hours pounding the pavement in her suit. Now's it's crumpled on the floor and we're both on the sofa watching a blended family self-destruct in the new "Dr. Phil House" which is his new series, a combination of Big Brother and Intervention. I've got to say, though Doodle came back with no leads, her job prospects are a lot better than the survival of this couple's marriage. Pathetic. It's easy for me to critique, being unmarried and all, but I think calling your husband a "fat piece of shit" and calling your wife a "big fat slut" aren't buzz words for success. They aren't lying to each other, though; both of them are seriously friggin' fat.
On a seperate note, the commercials are tiring. These Lunchable things that parents are throwing in their kids' lunchboxes? Pizza Lunchables? Someone, tell me how a piece of pepperoni on a cracker is a miniature piece of pizza, please?
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Now I'm starvin'. We got any crackers and pepperoni 'round here?
What's a "blended family"? Can you put families in blenders? It sounds like a good idea.
oh you know blended: two marrieds with children who have an affair on their spouses, divorce said spouses, then marry each other and cram the kids into a new brady bunch style dilly-o before they treat each other like shit, raise the kids like crap, and cheat on each other. lather, rinse repeat.
wow, sounds like a nice family. Must be the ones that live nextdoor to me.
These families perform a useful function, If it weren't for them, mobile home salesman would starve and Dr. Phil and the other voodoo psychologists would have to get jobs at McDonalds.
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