For all my breathless waiting, the hour-long show just ended and I couldn't tell you one thing that happened. It's as if my eyes were buzzed with that thing from Men in Black. All the dudes looked like the same dude. There's no Mrs. Xmastimes. Though I wouldn't mind bouncing around on the black girls titties for a night. I guess after all that buildup, it was like seconds after I had ridiculously, over-the-top sated the "ice" triplets (Denice, Lanice, and Patrice) with my tender coaxings of cocksmanship: "Is that it?"
Blech. Another shitty season on the way. Guess I'll hafta be satisfied with seeing whether or not "Abs Guy" breaks Yogi Bear's record for hours onscreen with no shirt on. Grrrrreeeeaaaaaaaat,
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