I love VH1 reality shows. It's a weakness. Or a sickness. Depends on your view. There's a new dating one with this girl who has been on numerous shows and I hate her more with each one. And yet I'm watching her dating show because at least she's not doing all the manipulating. So John, who also hates her, comes in and says that he hopes she winds up with a douche. I watch the parade of tools for a minue (it's called "Megan Wants a Millionaire" after all), pause, and state that there's a very good likelihood of that.
Oh, VH1, how I love you and your train wrecks.
Oh, VH1, how I love you and your train wrecks.