This, I would assume, is a fairly simple premise. In response to being asked to watch certain shows with my girlfriend, I am electing to blog about them because, of course, everyone in the known universe blogs, and, thus, I can hopefully dip into the celebrity craze that people love, make myself famous like that tool Perez, and somehow end up being interviewed by George Lopez. That's what all famous people want, correct? Correct.
The first question you might ask is, How come you don't leave the room or physically dominate the remote? My response is, well, I've learned that spending time often equates to sexual encounters.
The second question might be, Aren't you just a pussy whipped boyfriend with no sac? The answer is, I can't make you believe otherwise, but I would beg to differ. As you will be able to see once it is up and running, she is doing a companion site based on the shit I make her watch. I think this is called communication. Or balance. Or a way for us not to kill one another.
The third question is, obviously, Why should I read this? My friend, it is because we all have to endure this, so at least you can have a dude perspective and insight so you can sound knowledgeable without ever having to actually pay attention. Then you can tell her not to complain when you play Modern Warfare for 36 straight hours. That's called a win.
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