Listen, I know it’s nowhere near right, but I never mentally progressed beyond the point that the occasional midget-show on TV doesn’t make me giggle, at least inside. For this, I’m sorry. It’s just not right. It’s just true. I don’t question this being a weakness. But c’mon, the lady midget bet the gent midget that he couldn’t lose three pounds in a week. What’s that, 2 percent? Fine, I’ll stop.
My point, though, is that once I started watching The Little Chocolatiers — a docu-show about a couple who makes chocolate concoctions and, well, you know, right? — the cats of the house started brawling. Haters? Damned if I know. I’m just recording the chronology for posterity’s sake.
Vader seems to be in command
But Quest steps to tha plate
And Quest drops some ATM action on poor fat boy
Ok, so, bride says she loves the show, not knowing I’m sitting here writing this. And gentidget dropped 5 pounds that week.