Episode Four finds the Bad Teeth household hopelessly addicted to the MTV show Catfish after Bad Teeth was initially assigned three episodes to review for TATVTE, and a podcast that spirals into a one-and-a-half hour discussion about – among other things – NYU, show homes and how it’s probably not all that possible to film an entire reality series on a consumer-grade digital camera:
“I already told you, Max – it’s my show, that’s why I get to drive all the rental cars. Now pick up your camera and pretend to film me like usual.”
“Smile for the ($10,000) camera.”
Episode Three of The Good Teeth, Bad Teeth Podcast finds a somewhat bewildered Good Teeth struggling to make sense of a Channel 4 programme from last year involving assorted UK couples, sexual activity and an opaque box:
Oh, and THESE t-shirts:
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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…