sluice wrote:
What do you think it would be like?
Melt downs galore ... people ignoring each other as they do their own little fixation ... constant misreading the situation. It really sounds like a normal reality show, doesn't it?
Heh...
MOM: There's someone at the door.
SIS: Why does everyone think I'm fat?
BRO: The noise in my brain gives me a headache.
DAD: Channel 72 ... channel 73 ... channel 74 ...
MOM: There's that knocking again.
SIS: I'm gonna go cut myself.
BRO: I'm tired of breathing.
DAD: ... channel 97 ... 98 ... 99 ...
MOM: Won't someone answer the door?
SIS: Ugh! These breasts; they're just
horrid!
BRO: Hummmmmm ... Hummmmmm ... Hummmmmm ...
DAD: Ooo! Space Aliens! Gotta watch this.
MOM: There wasn't anyone at the door.
SIS: I'm just an ugly, fat, disgusting old sow. Somebody kill me!
BRO: (picking nose up to second knuckle).
DAD: I wonder if space aliens have sex.
MOM: There's the telephone.
SIS: I don't wanna talk to Bob.
BRO: Bob is a cat.
DAD: (now googling "Space Alien Milf Porn" videos)
...
Can you imagine 47 minutes of this (with 13 minutes of "Le Cordon Bleu" commercials)?
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