Silly old man. He’s 72. Probably didn’t realize the Twitter mob would be out for his scalp.
Big Brother is back, but CBS missed out on an opportunity for ratings gold. It should have stocked the house with half Trump supporters, half Trump haters.
Of course, had the network done that, someone would no doubt burn down the house.
The “Old Man” of Pawn Stars fame died. I don’t watch that show anymore; not because I don’t like it, but because I burned out on it.
When I first discovered Pawn Stars, I couldn’t get enough, and I binge-watched episodes for weeks. Same thing with other “reality” shows like recently deceased Anthony Bourdain’s series.
I still like the stars and their shows but, at a certain point, I realized I’d seen enough.
My upstairs neighbor has been blaring music today, loud enough to make my framed Frazetta (look it up) shimmy on the wall. But that’s OK.
If there is one time of day it should be socially acceptable to play deafening music, it’s Saturday afternoons.
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