I was at the gym today. It's on the site that I work at, and so it is a bit of a sausage-fest at the best of times. To reduce the boredom, and provide background noise, some music channel or other is on the telly. It's council telly.
The music was interrupted to show some sort of guff... Adverts I thought. I should be so lucky.
We were confronted with two vacuous blondes on a bus, with small dogs. Not useful small dogs. Annoying small dogs. The sort that yap, and / or hump your foot with monotonous regularity.
We were treated to footage when one of the dogs shat on the floor of the bus.
I thought to myself, this can't get much worse. And the next time I looked up at the telly - I found out just how wrong I was.
We now see the silly tarts in a nursery of some sort, and we then see an infant having its nappy changed (by one of them).
Who the fuck wants to see that at 17:00 on a music channel.
Thankfully I had my cans on, and was listening to some classic house music from the mid-to-late 90s so I didn't have to listen to any of this.
Wasn't life better when Paris Hilton was just a hotel?
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Her career if I can call it that, started off as an off colour porn flick and has sunk down from that.
Like 99.99% of all so called celebs I look at them and think a/ what the fuck have you done to deserve airtime and b/ why are they not being capped by some Mark Chapman type killer?
Leave the poor burd alone. She's car crash telly at it's best.
I only wish they'd do some sort of "back to the floor" type program with her in it to make her actually do a bit of work and chip a few fingernails.
Stupid bint
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