The Bachelor: WTF?
Well, boys and girls, I am stunned. Almost stunned. Actually, not even stunned at all. Not a little bit surprised, just FUCK how stupid can four grown women be? If you can figure out this math problem ON YOUR OWN you're smarter than four of the contestants on the latest season of The Bachelor:
There are twelve roses. There are fifteen women. One rose had been handed out prior to eliminations. How many women are NOT getting a rose?
How about this way, for those that are befuddled by word problems:
At the end of tonights show, four women sat and contemplated the mysteries of that very same problem. The situation hinged on the fact that one rose had already been handed out, and this just plain fucked up the girls. "Does that mean that eleven out of fifteen girls stay and two go home?" quoth one brainiac.
Also, if your boob job is so horrifying that I gasp, clutch my B-cups and thank the Heavens that my boobies are real, you should not be displaying those babies for the world to see. You might want to try a turtleneck.
Lastly, I watch approximately one episode of The Bachelor every two seasons. I do this because the slutty television side of me forgets after two seasons how horrible the show really is, and I just cannot stay away. One full show is enough to jostle my three brains cells into action and remind me of the horror that is a room full of (mostly stupid) women vying for one man's attention.
There are twelve roses. There are fifteen women. One rose had been handed out prior to eliminations. How many women are NOT getting a rose?
How about this way, for those that are befuddled by word problems:
15-12= ___
At the end of tonights show, four women sat and contemplated the mysteries of that very same problem. The situation hinged on the fact that one rose had already been handed out, and this just plain fucked up the girls. "Does that mean that eleven out of fifteen girls stay and two go home?" quoth one brainiac.
Also, if your boob job is so horrifying that I gasp, clutch my B-cups and thank the Heavens that my boobies are real, you should not be displaying those babies for the world to see. You might want to try a turtleneck.
Lastly, I watch approximately one episode of The Bachelor every two seasons. I do this because the slutty television side of me forgets after two seasons how horrible the show really is, and I just cannot stay away. One full show is enough to jostle my three brains cells into action and remind me of the horror that is a room full of (mostly stupid) women vying for one man's attention.
Labels: WTF
posted by Sam at
11:14 PM
4 Comments:
I know. I know. I saw it too (wish I hadn't), and it was truly horrifying. Although, sometimes I wonder if the mouth-breather bachelor could do much better.
You obviously have a much higher tolerance for slutty/shitty reality tv programs.
I admittedly watched the first season (with the Ex) and I'll never get back that time.
I'd say the next time you need to satiate your crappy reality TV program fix, check out anything currently playing on MTV.
I have to confess that yes, I Essie watch TV tackiest shows but not the Bachelor. It is just too much. btw also NOT on my list are Dancing with the stars, the biggest loser etc.
I did however watch Flavor Flav and New York's shows on VH1.....
I don't think any of the couples ever stay together longer then the shooting of the show itself....
I got addicted to the View though... Love Rosie O's website(rosie.com) very entertaining
how's the soreness of the tattoo??
DO NOT WATCH the pussy cat dolls show it may kill you.
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