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What’s the deal with men and remote controls? Trying to get control of the TV, in my own home is like trying to steal a banana from a Gorilla, it’s just not going to happen. After a hard days work all I ever want to do is just watch a couple hours of my favourite shows. Is that too much to ask? I'm not talking endless hours of soap marathons; I gave up arguing to watch those a long time ago. He hates EastEnders, Corrie, Neighbours, you name it he hates it. Instead he would rather soak his brain in the trashiest TV shows ever.
Example: I must have seen “Tila Tequila - A shot at love” about four times now.
At least soap operas have some kind of plot but these dating shows are just a bunch of under educated wannabes, clogging up my screen with fake arguments and drunken orgies. Not that I don't mind a bit of random trash every now and then to numb my brain, but to watch the same series over and over, just drives me crazy.
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