I'd like to make my own reality show. We'd drop off all the imbiciles that are on reality shows in the jungle, hunt them down, and kill them. But I fear they're already dead. Brain dead at least. Although I have to admit that I did get a chuckle out of the "Real World" episode with the dude that plays "mini-me" in Austin Powers, hammered out of his gourd, driving around naked on his power chair and pissing all over himself. That's funny. I don't care who you are.
Anyway. I generally don't watch TV. In fact, I hate TV. There's just not much good tv here, and most locally produced shows here on Guam look like they were shot with someone's phone-cam.
For some reason today, I was one damned who happened across VH1's latest flop, "Tool Academy." No, it's not about spanner wrenches (whatever the that is) or screwdrivers. Nor has it anything to do with saws, drills, or my favorite - the hammer. It's about guys.
That are tools.
They're in "Tool Academy" to learn not to be such, well.. tools. In the 10 minutes I could tolerate, it seemed that they have to go through some kind of anti-tool training and show some improvement in their tooliness (I just made that word up) lest they be shit-canned during the big elimination ceremony. That's the program. All of it.
What the fuck.
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This sounded so craptacular that I had to check out the website.
"Honesty is the best policy at Tool Academy. Our five remaining Tools strap on lie detectors and answer their girlfriends' most burning questions... leading to an explosive therapy session when one boyfriend can't take the heat. Will the truth set one Tool free? Or just get him eliminated?"
Jesus fucking Christ. Shows like this actually get made? This makes Cheaters look like high art.
They even have a fucking show for dog grooming.
You ain't missing much not being in the U.S.
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