I don’t know why I wanted to, but we were watching America’s Got Talent last night. If you have ever seen the show you know that it is a “talent” contest for more than just singers, where three judges rate the acts. Sound familiar? Everyone hates the judge Piers (the Simon Guy), Sharon (Paula Abfool) loves everyone and David Hasselhoff (Randy, you rock dog) is a total dipshit.
It is amazing what passes for talent on this show, i.e. a lip syncing Tina Turner impersonator with a fat ass and a bad wig. So we decided to make it a little more fun. Each time the Hoff, as David likes to be known, proclaimed to an act that, “you” slur a little, “are what this show is all about.” we would take a drink. Object being to end up as drunk as the Hoff, pass out and not have to watch the show anymore.
Well, if by “you’re what this show is all about,” he means grown men crying for their Mama to be proud of them, strange little children with acts that make their Mama cry with pride, and freaks and geeks that make the rest of us cry, then drink up, cause it’s going to be a long night. You know it took a year after seeing Nacho Libre for Wayne to let me pick a movie again; I guess I better just hand over the remote because it’s going to be a long time before I get to pick a TV show again.