Did you know Tony Danza had his own talk show?
Me neither. Umm, ‘til now. You know, it's the kind of evil you would never know about until you happened to come home late on a Monday night and find out what evil lurks at a this time on the teevee when you've had about 6 pints or so, or you know, you get up to change a diaper if you have kids or something. Whichever.
What I am saying here is, seriously? It is honestly, the most painful thing I have ever seen.
After a night of some “what the hell it’s Monday night let’s go out and have some beers!” fun with my pals, nothing says, “you’ve wasted another night of your short life on this earth!” than coming home and finding out Mr. Who’s The Boss has got his own talk show.
I’d go into specifics about the exact pain such a discovery causes, what with watching the really horrible content and THE WORST NON SUBTLE CUE CARD READING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE WHAT WITH THE DOWNWARD GLANCES TO AWKWARDLY TELL THE MOST INAPPROPRIATE AND RIDICULOUS ANECDOTAL STORIES ABOUT TSUAMI PAIN AS IT APPLIES TO NICOLE RICHIE AND HOLLYWOOD OR WHATNOT… but I have to go to bed and absorb my own personal shame at this point.
So, maybe later?