I'm not ashamed to admit I am an addict.
I crave my fix with every move I make - everything I do is a premeditated move towards getting my daily dose.
It's not smart, and It's not clever, but without trashy american 30 minute sitcoms, my life wouldn't be worth living - but like so many addictions, I need to question what it is that makes me so dependant on these funny "slices of life".
Everybody Loves Raymond.
Eh...not everyone mate, your wife appears to hate you.
But your 30 minute rantings about her seem to render me helpless on the sofa - wondering why you don't get a divorce!
The King of Queens
Here we have a man, who is clearly pushing a heart attack, and who clearly has an eating disorder married to a bitchy New York roughneck of a woman. They keep their insane Father in the basement - (if my father in law was Jerry Stiller, I'd spend all day looking at his enormous hands)
Again - just waiting to see that chap keel over clutching his chest is reason enough to tune in.
Two and a Half men.
It's the theme tune that has me. Oh, and generally anything with Charlie Sheen in it.
Frasier.
When I'm worn out with low brow culture (dot com) I'll pop a frasier on, (lets face it, it's always on somewhere) and have a titter at the jokes about art and culture in general.
(the real reason is Kelsey Grammars crazy upper body hair and fantastic eye brows)
I need help.
1 comment:
hahaha Ann is totally hooked on Raymond too. It's like her dirty little addiction - every time I step out of the room - even for only 5 seconds - it's on the telly when I come back in. I love the oulfella hurling abuse at his wife LOL
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