“I want some of what Grandma’s smoking.” – me, 5 seconds in.

(*your* wallet) That’s what I get for typing while eating tacos.

Unless you can show me a photo in you’re wallet, I just don’t buy it.

I once attended a taping of Family Fued. It was the worst nightmare imaginable. It was back when that Tool Time or whatever dude was hosting. They tape like 3 eps in a row and you have to stay for 4 hours. No break because everyone would just fucking leave, duh. You are required to clap and yell ‘good answer’ after *every* answer, no matter how dumb (95% are ‘self potato’/'donkey punch’.) and you have to go ‘ooooohhhhh’ (like you’re disappointed) into a clap when the answer is not on the board, even though of course it’s not. Oh and ‘go nuts’ every time he says ’20,000 Dollars!!’, which is every 5 minutes. For four torturous hours. It becomes wildly surreal at a certain point.

I hate to say it, but I can definitly see why that one dude offed himself (RIP one dude). Tool Time had the look of someone held captive and being forced to make a confession video by terrorists.

I once saw an episode where the dad’s name was Dan, but people called him ‘Danimal’ (of course) and that was on his name tag.

Seriously. Meanwhile I’ll go home from work at my normal regular job and probably spend my Friday night alone with a TV dinner, lamenting my girlfriend-less situation. At least I use a toilet? Maybe I should give the man baby thing a shot.