Oh, Lord, today I realized how very out-of-tune I am with daytime television. Aside form the over-abundance of botoxed talk-show hosts and odd guests, there is a goldmine of thirty-minute segments that I’ve never heard of. I mean, I thought shows about beards and brideszillas, crazed chefs or swamp dwellers and man-trackers were bad enough, but today…today I hit the mother lode, the boob-tube bonanza. I was scrolling through the 400 plus channels that Pa Rogers charges us a car payment amount for every month when I hit upon this one: Extra Hairy Grannies. Yes, it is a television show. How real it is, I can’t say. Hmmm – is this why men never want to relinquish the remote? When I realized the premise…
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