OK, so it’s been a week. Time for the second half of the Dexter Disappointment Double…
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Welcome to GBTB’s newest (and, from now on, only) feature, in which the plan is to take all the elements of GBTB that you’ve been mildly indifferent to over the last three-and-a-half years, and distill them into conversational pieces of easy listening for your aural amusement.
So, with that out of the way, it’s time to give you what we’re loosely calling “Episode One”, the first of a two-part special (I know, how arrogant is that, starting off with a double episode?) in which Good Teeth unleashes eight years of fury (while I sort of nod and agree a lot) over the disappointment that was Dexter. In fact, so raw is this disappointment that we’ve actually had to split the episode into two, given how many plot-holes and continuity errors were unearthed throughout the recording. Anyway, sit back, get angry and enjoy/endure part one of our Dexter Disappointment Double…
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The weather’s looking alright, actually. Let’s go to the beach:
Just need to park up a sec, hang on…. hey, what the fuck’s this???:
Yes. It *is* a bloke who’s made the effort to load his car, drive from wherever he lives to the beach, negotiate the single-lane road around the top of the cliffs up to the highest field/car park only to fall asleep slumped against his exhaust pipe, facing entirely the opposite direction to the sea.
Anyway, whoever you are – consider yourself JUDGED…
“Fundamentally transforming” the media by producing a TV show that not only no-one watches, but that it appears no-one seems to work on, either. Why didn’t those people who Glenn “hear[s] all the time” tell him not to spunk his family’s entire livelihood on whatever the buggering fuck this is meant to be? I don’t want to sound uncharitable or anything, but I don’t think there’s even anyone else in that effin’ studio who’ll step up, let alone someone in whatever audience he thinks he’s talking to.
Nothing gets past me. NOTHING.
*anxiously hopes he hasn’t got that wrong*
Poor Glenn Beck. As evidenced by the following clip, it’s pretty clear that Beck is on the verge of a of nervous breakdown. What’s not clear is why…
The only decipherable thing I took away from this laughably one-sided, self-serving nonsense rant is that Beck is the proprietor of an “effin company”. Whatever that is…
What an EGGSTRODINARY piece of reality competition footage! Why, I was practically walking on EGGSHELLS wondering how Cowell was going to react. I tell you what, that girl’s got some real HUEVOS on her, if you know what I mean. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that this was an EGGCELLENT example of the power of live television not to mention an EGGCEPTIONAL display of confidence on the part of the prankster. “OEUF!” I loudly exclaimed, as the first egg torpedoed its way to the judging table. Surprisingly, Cowell was SUNNY SIDE UP about the whole thing. By the way, I heard the girl is a member of a classical music group – I bet this incident only serves to increase any future ALBUMEN sales on their part…
(Yeah, that’s right. You waited almost two weeks for that. Look, I’m sorry it wasn’t very funny. Sometimes I’m just not the mood to make yolks, ok?)
This just happened about 30 minutes ago. It involves eggs and opera singing. And discomfort: