Believe me, I’m not a prude, or a person who scares easily. But as of this moment, I feel like one of those fundamentalist christians upon discovering that Ozzy Osbourne bit the head off a dove. I have lost all hope for humanity.
No, let me rephrase that. I lost hope for humanity years ago. Why couldn’t I have been born (or hatched) into a different species? A cat, a rat, a bat, a gnat… something other than a human being?
Flipping through the channels on my TV, I stumbled upon a promo for an upcoming show. I was in awe. Not the good kind.
See, there’s this new show called “Hurl”. According to the promo, the object of the show is this:
A group of contestants eat a lot of food. Competitive eating amounts. Then, they climb onto this contraption that spins them around in circles. The last one to puke, wins!
To each their own, I guess, but if your idea of television entertainment is watching people vomit, chances are I don’t want to be associated with you. On any level.
The Iceberg.
