Ok, not die, really. Maybe have ground habanero peppers stuffed up their urethra or something. Anything to get them off the air.
…although it wouldn’t really change the “shrieking” part would it? Hmmm… more thought is in order on this point.
Anyway there are three guys who I keep seeing on TV who are shrieky man-bitches. All three are have the same sort of voice that’s simultaneously high-pitched and gravelly and they can’t talk without SHRIEKING.
I’ve never met anyone in real life who simultaneously prances, shrieks and has grating yet gravelly voices as these shrieky man-bitches do.
One of 'em is some jerk hawking a bunch of different kinds of cleaners. One of the cleaners is orange-flavored. This cretin shrieks like a 6 year old girl with brain-damage upon seeing a spider.
“You GOTTA TRY DIS CLEANER!” he shrieks about his orange flavored cabinet cleaner every! single! fucking! commercial break on the Food Network.
“IT’S A WOOD-POLISH AND AN ICE CREAM TOPPING! AND IT’S ORANGE SO IT’LL CO-ORDINATE WITH YOUR TEA COSIES” he shrieks as he gets just a little too much into ‘polishing’ the ‘woodwork’.
He also wears an orange watch. I don’t know why this is relevant, but it makes him that much more annoying somehow.
The only person I can compare him to is the other shrieky man-bitch, Marty Lesko. You know: the creep in the Riddler outfit who, on late-night TV tries to sell you a $50.00 book on how to steal tax-dollars from the government? “THIS WOMAN STOLE $70,000 IN TAX-DOLLARS TO OPEN A HOME BUSINESS: SELLING UNDERWATER-WOVEN BASKETS! THIS MAN GOT $50,000 AS AN ART GRANT! HE URINATES TO FUGUES BY BACH! YOU CAN STEAL TAX-DOLLARS TOO!” There’s a whole sleazy “low income people can MAKE FAST $$$$$$$ NOW BY induging in tax-fraud” that’s particularly disgusting considering that he’s targeting a vulnerable segment of the population.
Imagine the ever-repugnant Emeril LaGasse: Imagine him as he prances around fondling his fingers (Why does he masturbate his fingers? Not WITH his fingers, he grasps his thumb and begins massaging it in a phallic way. Eeeewwww.) shrieking about how his cooking is “OH. MY. GAHD! IT’S SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!” but up his pitch an octave or so.
I propose a law saying that shrieky man-bitches must at all times be gagged and not permitted to talk. We will force them to learn sign language and give them trained interpreters. The interpreters will be forced to make crude, dull comments whenever shrieky man-bitches try to flirt with women. That way, within a generation or two, the shrieky man-bitch gene will die out.
Fenris