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Would undoubtedly still suck just as bad. Of course, I’m referring to The Bachelor… a television show where one lucky bastard gets to mate with something like 15-20 women over the course of just a couple weeks until just one “lady” remains. It’s sort of like VH-1’s Rock of Love (starring Bret Michaels of Poison fame), only without all the STD’s, leather pants, headbands, hair extensions and overuse of the words awesome and cool. Anyway, I caught The Bachelor marathon on VH-1 the other afternoon. You see, Claire fell asleep on the couch after lunch, so Stew and I were flipping through channels during Claire’s nap and happened upon the marathon. We were so intrigued by the fact that this particular bachelor dude didn’t seem to be a major league douchebag that we decided to watch… for the next six hours. When Momma arrived home from work, she teased us and called us “nerds”, but both Stew and I were just so happy for Jesse and Jessica that we didn’t care. Stew and I did find it odd that after just a few weeks, the guy and gals could fall head-over-heels in love with each other. Plus, it seems as if The Bachelor fella slept with (at least) the last three bachelorettes on the show, yet none of the “ladies” seemed to mind the fact that this dude was having a go with each of them. Throughout the show, Stew kept muttering “I could’ve been on this show back in the day…” And I’m assuming by “back in the day” Stew meant “before my 30 pound beer gut” or, more likely, “before everyone on television was attractive and interesting.” Anyway, we never plan to watch The Bachelor ever again, but I could be wrong…

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