The World Series of Pop Culture 2007 edition began this week. I love watching this show, but every time I watch it, it makes me mad. I should be on this show every year, winning.
I blame my first year’s lack of participation on not knowing it existed. This year is Deana’s fault. See, she has a job (first mistake) and doesn’t live near me (second mistake). She was not able to come to Chicago the weekend they held tryouts, and thus we were not able to find a third person to help us kick the crap out of all these wannabe’s.
Deana now owes me money, and also maybe some prozac to level me out after watching this show.