Gone-rrhea

By now you probably know I'm a huge TV junkie. Mostly reality shows. Like a car accident, train wreck, or Richard Simmons in a spandex onesie, you just have to look...if even for only a second or two.

I'm such a reality whore, it's a wonder I don't have a surreal STD.

Cue tonight's premiere of Big Brother 8!!!

Now I'm not sure which hottie was Dirk Mancuso. I think he's secretly blogging from inside the freakish Alice in Wonderland themed house.

However, leave it to the token gay to admit to having the clap, and that his ex boyfriend (also in the house...I guess there are two token gays now) gave it to him. He claims he was faithful, but I always say the guilty dog barks.

"Hello America...I have gonorrhea!"

What a way to introduce yourself to 12 other people and the rest of America.

This season of BB8 is going to be great...or not.

I usually watch for a bit...then phase out near the end.

Later,

"W"