Anna nicole smith show

All this, and now Bevely Hillbillies, the Reality Show.

I swear, that if you dug around enough, you’ll find a mass grave somewhere in Hollywood, filled with all the creative and original minds that have suicided in dispair over the state of the industry.

It’s gotta be bad when I, the Queen of reality shows, wasn’t able to stomach more than two episodes.

I can’t help but feel pathetically sad.for the poor girl.

I dunno, she doesn’t look all that poor to me - unless she’s doing this for free, in which case she’s pretty dopey.

Anna Nicole has no idea the point of her show is to ridicule her as a pathetic laughingstock. The show’s tagline is “It’s not supposed to be funny. It just is.”; she doesn’t have enough sense of self to realize that she’s the joke. It’s funny like a heart attack to watch an uneducated, emotionally retarded pill-popper dodder through life.

I only saw a couple seconds of a preview, but did I, or did I not, see footage of a stripper fondling those portions of Ms. Smith that have been surgically enhanced?

Or perhaps it was wishful thinking?

Regards,
Shodan

I have read so much about the show on this and other post that I sat down and watched it. Mrs. Gelding, a highly refined lady of adequate breeding and throughly Methodist instincts walked in during this experience and actually uttered these very words: “What the Hell are you watching?” This is a strong statement for her, on a par with Adli Stevenson’s statement that he would wait for a Soviet answer until Hell froze over. The Soviets did not have an answer for Ambassador Stevenson and I had no answer for Mrs. Gelding.

That program is worse that a waste of time. It is so lame it can’t even crawl. It is just bad. The commercials alone lower human intelligence and drive dogs from the room. It gives the brain damaged someone to look down on. It is just awful. It is obscene. It has no value at all, save as a case study in abnormal psychology. These are a vile a set of people as I have ever experienced and I didn’t just come into town on a load of turnips. How can any one of any taste and discrimination watch this drivel, let alone produce it?