The 'wack Off
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
  Inside the Actors Studio...
I hate the show. I have almost no interest in hearing the backstory of how some good looking actor just happened to hit it big, while a drooling audience of wannabe/gonnabe actors hang on his or her every word. Actually, the only reason I watch the show is for when they flash back to a smiling audience member and I get to yell out what their future occupation will most likely be.

GAS STATION ATTENDANT!
SECRETARY FOR A NISSAN DEALERSHIP!
STRIPPER!
ICE CREAM MAN!

I hate to stomp on dreams, but it's so painful to watch these stupid audience members all think to themselves, "That's going to be me on that stage one day." I mean, good luck to the one who actually DOES get to sit on that stage, but for the thousands who don't make it?

Do you have anymore Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pops?
 
Comments:
Mmmm, bubblegum eyeballs.
 
Not to mention the incomprehensibly creepy James Lipton. What is with that guy?
 
He looks like every pedophile that they've ever caught on America's Most Wanted.
 
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