The Bachelor

Last night I was channel surfing. Which for me consists of me moving a broken pair of rabbit ears around then straining my neck to see if I can see anything on the screen. At one point I could pick up some channel pretty clear. After finally figuring out that if I balanced the rabbit ears on top of the telly, with an antenna resting on the wall molding and a piece of gaffer tape holding everything in place, I could receive a signal. I settled down to some serious television gaffawing.
The Bachelor...
I have NEVER seen such a program. WOW. All those women had the same nose, I kid you not THE SAME NOSE. I suddenly realised that there is must be a different creator for these people. I thought I was watching "Honey I blew up the Barbies". Everytime one of them opened their mouth something ridiculous fell out. Perhaps collogen causes loss of muscle control?
One woman said " I want him to see that I am intelligent and not just kooky, and that I have a big soul and a loving heart" I am sorry, her good words just didn't sit right with the bikini top and micro short denim shorts that disappeared up her step master arse.
Big Soul?
Large Feet?
You know , usually I feel bad about myself after watching plastic people, but this show rekindled my own self respect. I guess seeing people sell their own will do that.
Though it could be interesting to see " THE BULLDAGGER" 10 high femmes feud for the attentions of a spike haired, heavy set mechanic.
For that I would forgo gaffer tape and hold those rabbit ears in my bare hands.