Overheard by the fly on the wall at Snapshot House:
"Oh my goodness, that was bad."
"Is he for real?"
Along with a few outbursts into song, "Go greased lightin', you're burning up the quarter mile. . . ." and a little dancing too, to be honest.
Then, an hour and a half later. . . .
"Look at that headband!"
Look at his hair.
Even My Guy got into it, "This is LA, he doesn't have to yell."
"I vote for the Olympian."
Oh, yeah. And there was a little bit of dancing. I can't listen to "Money, Money, Money. . . ." without singing along and dancing.
Yes, we watched Grease and then the Apprentice, Season 6. We've missed the last few (and haven't really missed missing them), but we're in for these shows. Even though I am still watching less TV, that doesn't mean that I can't appreciate the finer points of some reality TV trash talking.