Cause nothing beats zoning out on a dose of the old xan, while cramming in a double whammy of the Ho-ho and watching a three-some of blond, big-hootered women who have found the Mac-Daddy of all Sugar Daddies and are workin' it like there is no tomorrow. Can I get an Amen??? Oh sorry, got myself worked up on that sugar high for a second.
New guy swears that my IQ drops 20 points every time I watch this show, so right now I am working in the negative with regards to any Mensa scores. I can't help it. They are so much fun to watch. I think I am a rocket scientist after any episode where Kendra speaks. Which is pretty much every episode, so get me a pen I have to start filling out job applications with NASA.
Speaking of Kendra, I am so thankful that Hugh found her cause if ever someone was headed for a life made up of clear heels and a pole, it was her. Much to the chagrin of Gentlemen's establishments everywhere. And deep down inside my big boobed chest, I have to admit I secretly wish I could be one of them... for maybe a day or two... without the having to sleep with Heff stuff ~ 'cause 80 year old ass is still 80 year old ass, no matter HOW much money you have ~eeewwwww.
So after a hard day of kids telling me that I'm not the "real" teacher* (I'm working on that) and that they don't have to do what I say, I need a little afternoon of mindless bliss. Now that I have explained how to convert a decimal to a fraction for the umptenth hundred time, I need some time with my girls. So what if I have to lower the blinds and close the shades? I think I can manage the loss of IQ points. And seriously kids, you will need to know how to do those damn conversions! How else are you going to know how to spend your hard earned McDonald's paycheck if you can't figure out that even though that Coach bag is 25% off it is still going to cost you 3/4 of your yearly income?