I'm a pathetic sensationalistic sucker for this silly show. I weep hot tears at the end--when the CEO starts handing out the goodies--free trip, free college for kids, free car… and sometimes: free house!… then I reach for the kleenex. I puff on superheated hydro weed vapor from my Vapir One, and watch Undercover Boss for 14 solid hours. I'm really going downhill. Saints & Sinners: Kat Cole has such a fake snotty smile and plastic personality.
Ron Lynch, this sleazy lying douchebag… Okay Ron, if you're going to be a smut peddler, just be an open, honest, and direct smut peddler. I love Hugh Hefner. Ron Lynch could just embrace the fact he schleps tits and ass, but he's so morally retarded that he cloaks his Tilted Kilts in this propaganda: "Our number one goal is being classy in all things." What a charlatan. I have such deep admiration for Larry Flynt and Hef--because they are honest, and they are fighting for the freedom of adults to express sexuality openly. Ron Lynch is a sewer rat, and Kat Cole is a phony creep.
KOA's
Jim Rogers is a lovely man; I want to go camping there now.
Boston Market's
Sara Bittorf is a peach. This season's most frightening monster was
Jacqueline The Psychopath from Retro Fitness
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