Im horrified to say that I actually found a common trait between myself and people who watch rugby!
Judging by the very confused expression you are making that this is just as bizarre to you as well, so let me explain. One of the more amusing quirks that sport fans have when they watch a game on TV is this thing about shouting at the referee as if the TV was a magical portal giving them direct access to the field. Maybe one of these billion unnecessary buttons on the TV remote does activate this feature...but I'm really not going to bother with trying to find it...what the hell would be the point of me being able to talk to a referee...
And then it happened...I found myself screaming pure hatred and venom at the TV! What brought about this uncharacteristic outburst? Rugby? Soccer? Korfball? Nope...it was Food Networks show Chopped...
Yes...it turns out while some people scream at sports...I scream at a cooking show....I may have to kill myself... for those of you who aren't familiar with the show chopped... Google it...I'm not going to explain everything to you dammit. What really annoyed 50 shades of shit out of me was not the food being prepared but the whining, moaning, sob sad stories that the chefs had, and to make matters worse...this was the "redemption" show...basically just a bunch of the previous losers competing for top loser prize.
Im surprised with the amount of dead relatives that was watching over / guiding / looking down on the contestants that this show didn't end up looking like the final scene in Poltergeist...stop crying you sissy and chop something.
I don't see how you needed to be redeemed for losing a contest to other semi-celeb chefs... maybe if I drink some more tequila it would help...cant hurt...
Judging by the very confused expression you are making that this is just as bizarre to you as well, so let me explain. One of the more amusing quirks that sport fans have when they watch a game on TV is this thing about shouting at the referee as if the TV was a magical portal giving them direct access to the field. Maybe one of these billion unnecessary buttons on the TV remote does activate this feature...but I'm really not going to bother with trying to find it...what the hell would be the point of me being able to talk to a referee...
And then it happened...I found myself screaming pure hatred and venom at the TV! What brought about this uncharacteristic outburst? Rugby? Soccer? Korfball? Nope...it was Food Networks show Chopped...
Yes...it turns out while some people scream at sports...I scream at a cooking show....I may have to kill myself... for those of you who aren't familiar with the show chopped... Google it...I'm not going to explain everything to you dammit. What really annoyed 50 shades of shit out of me was not the food being prepared but the whining, moaning, sob sad stories that the chefs had, and to make matters worse...this was the "redemption" show...basically just a bunch of the previous losers competing for top loser prize.
Im surprised with the amount of dead relatives that was watching over / guiding / looking down on the contestants that this show didn't end up looking like the final scene in Poltergeist...stop crying you sissy and chop something.
I don't see how you needed to be redeemed for losing a contest to other semi-celeb chefs... maybe if I drink some more tequila it would help...cant hurt...
