"But I dont have any cheese man!" and thats all I said. OK so you walk to the fridge, to get that one last emergancy beer that you've been hiding for like 3 hours, just to top off the whole night, and you come back, and you're standing up in the sitting room, and one of three things will happen.
1. someone has taken your seat.
2. Someone has burned/pissed/shat/came/pole danced in your seat.
3. Paramount comedy channel is on.
I mean I have nothing against Kelsey tetragrammaton and his lame "I'm a cut above" humour, or the sex and the city girls and their STUPID FUCKING ludicrous use of plays on words cos some moron read some book once that had one good play on words joke now we have to torture the world for centuries with this shit. It should be on for 4 seconds a day, A show called "Dharma and Greg and Frasier and Roseanne and Will and Grace and Becker and Bob and Margeret and Ellen and Raymond all in the many personalities of a girl called Seinfeld." It would be about one 40 year old teenage bald fat attractive skinny fat lesbian homosexual straight single married guy who works as a priest in a popular fashion magazine that specialises in law and alternative healing whose going out with a young middleaged sexually free slutty virgin girl from 1991 who just wants to grow up a bit so she can be a bigger child. So anyway, This guy walks on and says "All you people are actually watching this shit. No really." And thats the whole show. I mean Surely Paramount comedy channel is in itself an oxymoron. Or perhaps it's a witty and poignant play on words where when someone says comedy they in fact mean that rather than watching this channel you should angle yourself in a shark tank, with shark hors d'oeuvres tied to your penis, and a sign translated into shark language that says "Sharks are gay and I hate sharks and Im faster than every shark and no shark could catch me and nibble on my knob whilst dismembering my body hint hint." Though I do love that delightful Caroline in the City.