"The Talk", kids.

Big Feet=Big Dick.

I'm sick of all these reality shows that make a mockery out of true love. True love is the only way to survive this world of sexy lingerie models --contrary to popular belief--love is "true" only when it includes sweat stained t-shirts, skid marks, and beer cans.
Sexy lingerie models and the ugly people on reality love shows do not wear t-shirts under their bras; they do not get skid marks from their fancy Charmin Ultra; and they definitely can afford beer in a glass bottle!!
It is true love blasphemy.
Those that can't date, do. And those that can't learn, get tv gigs.
WTF...kissing and sex should be saved for marriage!!
If people want to make up reality shows then why not go ahead and tell it like it is, bitch?!
"Flavor of Flava's Grill."
"Domenico Give me aMORE'."
"I <3 money not New York's Monkey Face."
Our children are growing up in a godless age of television and I must say that rap music is behind it all. I can only hope that kids learn from their parents' wrong ways and keep their radios tuned to the AM gospel channels.
With the revival of "O Little Town of Bethlehem" and "Near the Cross", perhaps the next generation will find pleasure in truth instead of lies.

Big Feet=Big Dicks...
Big Feet do not equal big socks.
Vietnam sweat shops=big socks.

What I've learned today in life, love, and politics:
Life: Do NOT microwave plastic plates. End result is a melted asshole smell.
Love: Looks so much better dressed in Mr. Benjamins.
Politics: Anyone can make it big.
Rev. Al Sharpton and Ben Stiller--case closed.

--all done in good humor