I love Keeping
Up with them. I admit it. Call it a guilty pleasure. Call it morbid
fascination. I love it. As a group, they fascinate. I will not apologize. I
also love Secret Life of the American
Teenager, Jersey Shore, Tosh.0, but not Mrs. Eastwood and Company. I've recently
changed my channel package with Direct TV so I no longer get to see Tori and Dean and whatever they're doing
and I miss them. Do you think they miss me?
It's making me smile just thinking about my
reality TV friends. But then I frown.
There is one way in which I believe, I truly believe, that these people
(and the K-Klan is the worst) are making us more stupid. The improper use of the phrase "…and
I." "Mom invited Lamar and I over to the house for dinner."
No. No, you Fucktard. "Mom invited Lamar and me over to the house for dinner."
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