A friend of mine is kind of known amongst us for her religious watching of soap operas. She and I are in foul sorts, and she's got me to watch Tony Bourdain's food and travel show, No Reservations. Last night's show was totally disgusting, as I have no desire to be "entertained" by watching him eat freshly killed (and -- ahem! -- squeezed!) Warthog Asshole. I just couldn't watch it!
but then...my noggin gets me out of bed with a start playing an all-too familar theme...
Like crap through the Lower Intestine...so are the Days of Our Lives.