Every Saturday at 6:00pm, I’m reminded that this is the embodiment of evil in America. But they’re so gosh-darned cute and campy, how could you ever destroy them? Well, short of jerryrigging a flamethrower, locking the entire cast in the basement of an abandoned building, and toasting their overwrought vocal cords. I guess that would work.
In other news, my buddy Lesley finally made it to town. I should probably go ahead and position the Advil bottle close to my side of the bed. It’ll just make tomorrow morning more a little more bearable. (Funny how those sommelliers like to drink a lot.)
And somebody finally washed the dishes and put the new roll of toilet paper on the dispenser. Frat points: -20.
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