Fine, you can stop hounding me. I’ll tell you how I came to flip Rocco DiSpirito the bird. I gotta tell you though, it’s not really as exciting as you’d think, assuming you’re the kind of person who thinks flashing the one-fingered peace sign at pseudolebrities is exciting in the first place.
Apparently, there is some sort of important sporting match being shown on the moving picture box tonight, and Bravo is airing a reunion dinner rather than a new Top Chef. Liveblogging a bunch of drunk chefs sneering at each other is not my idea of fun times, so I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. Come to ...
So in case you hadn’t noticed, in the great game of “What do you do when you’re uninspired?” I’ve gone with option C, “POWER THROUGH.”
Timers! Timers to help you tick down the minutes until the THURSDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN HOLIDAY EXTRAVAGANZA!!
Actually, that’s a conceit: everyone knows what it’s like to be the sad man. If you’ve never known what it’s like, I think, clinically, you are manic and should seek help.
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