I know. I’m supposed to love them. I’m supposed to feel like they’re this warm, fun, friendly couple, just “down home” folks. I don’t. I feel like he’s more wooden than a ventriloquist’s dummy, and she’s that special kind of insincere gushiness that makes me want to spork myself in the eye. His monotone delivery of little remarks which I think are intended to be racy coupled with her overexuberant, giggly, giddy responses? God. Just please make it stop.
This makes me sad because Paula “Should Adopt Steph” Deen seems to like those Neelys a lot. Normally, I’m down for whatever Paula throws at me because hello? Anyone who loves butter like that has a special place in my black, tarry heart. In this case, though, I wish I could sit down and ask Mama Deen, “Why? For the love of butter and chicken fried steak, WHY?!?”
And since I’m talking about TV people I hate, let’s bring up those ever-discussed Gosselins. I’ve watched Jon & Kate + 8 exactly once. Yeah, yeah, Kate, we get it. You have a ton of fucking kids. It’s really hard to have a ton of fucking kids. Bitch-moan-blah-yadda. Now, STFU and start being just a skosh nicer to your husband already, how ’bout it? I mean, look, I’m not a perfect wife, but jeebus, lady, cut the dude some slack.
Now I almost feel like spouting off about Jim Bob and Misty Mae Michelle Duggar, but I think it’s time for Judgy McJudgerson’s my nap.
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