The other day I mentioned in a comment on Meaghan's blog that despite being a married adult-type person for almost six years, I still do not own a proper television.
That may soon change.
Several months ago, my brother's wife had an affair, thus driving a stake into their then 4-month-old marriage. Fast forward several unpleasant months and my brother has now moved into an apartment with his alcoholic best friend who once tried to pick a fight with Kevin Williams.
Despite working for the Tile Shop (if you're doing any remodeling in your home, I can get you a great deal) his friend draws interior decorating inspiration from bars, filling his home with televisions.
"We've got four 19-inch TVs and a 55-inch in the living room," my brother said.
He's also got a 32-inch TV in his bedroom, ditto for his friend. As a result, my brother has a spare 27-inch TV that he said he'll give me.
"I don't really want it, but she's taking the stereo; I gotta take something," he said
And they say nothing good comes of infidelity. I get a free TV!
What could be more fun than calculating your risk for disease?
Washington, D.C. -- Now with fewer juvenile deaths! Is there any other developed country whose capitol is as much a dump as ours?
Best. Police. Sketch. Ever. Apparently there is a killer Muppet on the loose.
DEAR GOD, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! HEAD FOR THE HILLS! AHHHHH!
Uhm. Oh. Wait. Never mind. We now return you to "Oprah," already in progress.
OH CRAP. FOR REAL THIS TIME! EVERYONE OUT OF THE HOTEL! SHUT DOWN THE STREET WE'RE ALL GONNA...
What? Oh. Mmm. Curiously strong.
This threat, however, appears to be all too real.