This Is Getting Ridiculous
Liz Hurley in a reality show. If that isn't bad enough, it is going to be a reality show that will force us, the viewer to suspend our belief in reality. How? Imagine a reality show where all of us get to watch Liz all day as she spends her days looking after the animals and day to day chores of life on her farm.
Umm, yeah. Liz might own a farm, and she may have, in fact, petted an animal at some point in her life that wasn't involved in some odd sex encounter, but there is no one alive who thinks she is out working on a farm on a daily basis.
Was that the only way she could sell the show? I wouldn't watch a show with Liz Hurley in it anyway, but don't you think the first time there is film of her trying to milk a chicken or collect eggs from a cow that someone will catch on to this little game?
If she is in face going to do a reality show, then it should film reality. It should be her probably waking up in a separate bedroom from her husband, untying, and then kissing Hugh goodbye as he sneaks out the window, ringing a bell to have someone bathe her, and then after a four hour bath asking someone again what the name of her kid is.
That's reality. You might get me to watch something that shows Liz as she is, as opposed to some Green Acres fantasy that no one will believe. Damn, why did I have to write Green Acres? Now I will be singing that damn song all day. Just so you don't feel left out, and so I have some company in my singing today, here is the song for you.
Umm, yeah. Liz might own a farm, and she may have, in fact, petted an animal at some point in her life that wasn't involved in some odd sex encounter, but there is no one alive who thinks she is out working on a farm on a daily basis.
Was that the only way she could sell the show? I wouldn't watch a show with Liz Hurley in it anyway, but don't you think the first time there is film of her trying to milk a chicken or collect eggs from a cow that someone will catch on to this little game?
If she is in face going to do a reality show, then it should film reality. It should be her probably waking up in a separate bedroom from her husband, untying, and then kissing Hugh goodbye as he sneaks out the window, ringing a bell to have someone bathe her, and then after a four hour bath asking someone again what the name of her kid is.
That's reality. You might get me to watch something that shows Liz as she is, as opposed to some Green Acres fantasy that no one will believe. Damn, why did I have to write Green Acres? Now I will be singing that damn song all day. Just so you don't feel left out, and so I have some company in my singing today, here is the song for you.
