After a somewhat mentally taxing day, and after the child is asleep, we settle down to watch the tivo'd Season Finale of The Next Food Network Star.
Me: I really don't want her to win.
Him: I already know who wins. Since we tivo'd it, I saw a commercial already for the new show.
Me: That sucks. Don't tell me.
Him: Ok.
Me: I think it's safe to say that those two won't win.
Him: How can you tell that?
Me: Well, because they don't have eyeballs.
Him: They don't have eyeballs.
Me: Well yea - Look. There! When they smile - their eyes turn into little slits. They have no more eye balls. They are, I don't know, eyeball-less.
Him: Eyeball-less.
Me: Yea. Like the devil.
Him: The devil? The devil has no eyeballs?
Me: Well...I'm sure he HAS eyeballs. But I would imagine that when he smiles his evil smile - they turn into slits. You know, since he's evil.
Him: So, because Lisa and Adam are, eyeball-less, they are evil?
Me: Yes, I suppose so. And the Food Network already has enough evil people working there.
Him: Interesting. Who else is evil?
Me: Well, that Giradia lady for sure.
Him: She's evil.
Me: She has to be. She's unreasonably attractive.
Him: {cough} Unreasonably?
Me: Right. So, the last thing that they need are two more evil no cornea chefs. Right?
Him: Yes dear.
Me: Ooooh. Chicken on a beer can. Cool.
2 comments:
Eyeball-less. Excellent!!
Yeah we sure don't need anymore of them on tv do we. That's just creepy.
please come over and watch reality TV with us. you will fit right in.
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