Dec. 27th is the date. I don't know what time, though. I'll find out. I know it's a Tuesday night. I will be there ready to watch, maybe popcorn, maybe a diet coke. I hope Paul will be there. Oh, and DVR for sure. Maybe throw a watch party. Invite my granddaughter because she has the BEST sense of humor.
Now that Cochran is off Survivor, this event, for me, is all I have to look forward to, reality TV wise. That, and Top Chef: Texas.
Knock me over with a feather. In a million years, I could not have imagined there would be such a spectacle on TV.
What's happening?
Donald Trump moderating a GOP debate between, so far, Newt Gingrich and Rick Santorum. It promises to be historical, not so much in the class of a Lincoln-Douglas or even Kennedy-Nixon debate. But more in a class of its own. You might even say it is promising to be a classless debate.
Classless, yet entertaining. The perfect formula for reality TV!
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