Trading Mud Huts

Reality TV shows are all wrong. They should at least benefit needy people. Upscale suburban pampered American families with bad taste do not deserve any more help. They deserve to sit in their four hundred thousand dollar houses and stare at their plain white walls and that is it.

We need to take a few key ideas from several TV shows and clump them together. A gang of sarcastically funny, well dressed gay American men could travel the globe into the poorer regions and pick out two mud hut owners and force them to decorate each others homes. This is how America bonds, maybe it’ll help in the Middle East too. The best part will be that the mud hut owners won’t speak a lick of English and won’t even suspect that the sarcastically funny gay guys are making fun of them until their long out of the country.

Each week, the dwelling could change a little bit. The possibilities are great: Trading Teepees, Trading Igloos, we could even spruce up a couple of homeless peoples cardboard boxes! What these people need are happier shacks.

I’m open to any TV exec dopers for negotiation

I forgot to add…

The mud hut owners will have to wear those orange or green smocks like they do on trading spaces!

a mud hut with custom book cases…brilliant!

First, yeah, let’s send people over to make fun of other people’s cultural, religious, and national differences. While we’re at it, let’s stereotype them. Woohoo big fun!

Second, Rooves you might need to lay off the tv viewing for a bit. It looks like it’s becoming a great big blur to you. You’re getting Trading Spaces and Queer Eye For The Straight Guy confused.

Trading mud huts?

My first year at Revelle College I lived in Meteor Hall, but then I moved to Beagle.

We always called that group of dorms the Mud Huts.

What?

No no, the sarcastically funny gay guys wouldn’t be making fun of anybody based on their religion or cultural differences. They’d only be doing it because they CAN due to the language barrier, much like how I instinctively know when foriegners are laughing at me in an elevator. It’s all good.

Mud huts need to look pretty too.