Just in case you were wondering, there is nothing, literally nothing I would rather do in this life than participate in The Bachelorette. The small talk alone would send me spiraling into a catatonic state. Then again, ABC probably wouldn't want me either because with my propensity to instantly judge people, the season would only be one episode long.
Guys: "You look beautiful tonight. We can't wait to get to know you."
Me: "You're all barely-veiled misogynist famewhores. Go home so I can take a bath in peace."
THE END
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