Get Your Wild On!

I just caught a Wild On! rerun and I hate to say this but watching random people getting hilariously wasted on TV equals fine entertainment. That show used to be a lot less, um, trashy. That's in no way a backhanded comment about this one guy because his interview was hysterical. He was screaming, but he wasn't necessarily being coherent. He kept saying, "That's my baby girl" when this one girl said that she did something she shouldn’t have done. I can't remember what it was though. All the girls were doing skanky shiez. Like, I can't believe they have mamas.

Now, I thought this Wild On! thing used to show serene beaches and places where the rich go to vacation. This one, about Mexican Spring Break, was more like a program to deter a right-minded person from going. Every interview was with a drunk 20-year-old going, "We're out here getting drunk, having a great time..." and then they'd cut to girls who had no business wearing apparel that small with the word teen in their age slapping each other's butts as they rode each other on lawn chairs (in trucker hats, unfortunately). It was terrifying.

If I ever have a teenage daughter, she better love the cello, play a mean round of backgammon or something. Her ass won't be slapping asses that's for damn sure.

Also, there was this guy who looked exactly like my ex D and it tripped me out crazy. The likeness was just too much to bear. His friend was hot as hell though. Like what is up boo? Me and you, candlelight what, how, when and where because you are FOINE. Like a young Richard Gere mixed with a baby Brad Pitt. Piercing green eyes, gorgeous teeth, beautiful bouncing brown curls and he said the sweetest things ever. His laugh was infectious and genuine. He always did a single clap for some reason. I digress.

Does anyone know what I'm talking about? No? Me neither.

Good night.