Friday, April 13, 2007

I'm Running Late For My Intervention

I don't have much time tonight. It's almost time for my Intervention. Let the record show that I mean my TV show Intervention, not my actual Intervention, which would be kind of embarrassing, I suppose, what with all my addictions, such as gambling, Sonic Cherry Diet Coke, lottery (which I'm pretty sure counts as gambling), Trivia, ending sentences with prepositions, using the phrases oh so pretty, by cracky, anyhoo, people piss me off, thank the Gummi Mary, first cat out of the bag, The Devil's Playground, and probably others that escape me at the moment, because I'm in a hurry.

The Intervenee tonight is a kid who lives in a trailer and shoots meth every day. I might know him! Gotta go. I'll try to sneak in a post tomorrow before my Trivia Night.


DeadpanAnn said...

I only caught the tail end of that show. They ALWAYS get kicked out for "disruptive behavior" or "breaking the rules."

Hillbilly Mom said...

Yeah. Surprise, surprise.

Don't you think the best part of the show is the beginning? To see them flying high, thinking the effed-up crap they do is PERFECTLY NORMAL? Like tilting your head back while driving to chug your 6th cute little bottle of convenience-store vodka? Or sitting on the floor of a gas-station bathroom, tying your arm with your shirt to inject the heroin you've just boiled in a spoon and sucked up into your syringe that(!)may not even be a new one(!)?

Yeah. That's the part I like. The beginning.