Few times has a show as truly horrible as Dancing with the Stars captured the imagination of television watchers everywhere. Or at least the imaginations of BK and I. Witness the following exchange of two fools who actually ended up watching a show about dancing:
bk: then again, peterman had that intense stare thing going on
warren: that creeps me out
warren: he looks deranged
bk: the worst was when they announced the scores and got her reaction shot, and you could see peterman in the background
warren: was he sobbing?
warren: but yet still staring intensely?
bk: no, he just looked crushed
bk: he knew that the fix was in
bk: it's like realizing that you were just a pawn in a huge sick game
warren: my god, i did all this dancing for nothing
warren: DAMN YOU GRACEFUL FEET FOR LEADING ME INTO THIS SHAM!!!
bk: he thought the merengue was his Ace in the Hole
bk: he was wrong
bk: dead wrong
warren: little did he know aces are only considered low cards on dancing with the stars
bk: ohhhh snap
warren: he should have read the fine print
warren: you gotta read, bitch!
warren: don't just be pocketing aces willy nilly
bk: at least he now knows that suaveness doesn't get you everything
bk: and, well, he's now got industry cred with 2nd Place (as opposed to 1st)
warren: he's the bo bice of ballroom dance
bk: damn straight
bk: poor bastard
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