It’s a nice relaxing Friday afternoon. Eleanor, one of my friends from when I used to live in Ft. Lauderdale is visiting. I’ve inducted her into the Afternoon Maury Club, my own version of AMC. Today’s quote of the day: “That baby don’t look like me or my SEVEN other kids!” Thank you, Maury. Thank you.
And did you know…
…if he helps you out with paternity, you can memorialize it with a t-shirt!
This is what makes America so great. I look forward to celebrating Maury, paternity tests, and America this upcoming July 4th. Just look what Independence has brought us.
Where else could you reveal to your boyfriend that you were once a man who worked as a clown in a circus (and not a woman!), then propose, and have them say yes? Where else can you confront your sister for cheating on you with your father?
Nowhere else but America.
In America you can show your anger in regards to infidelity by exposing your breasts, ripping the shirt of another, and throwing chairs. That’s the American way.
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of a baby daddy.
7 Comments
June 13, 2008 at 3:01 pm
oh.. Maury… Bad TV at its finest.
June 13, 2008 at 3:14 pm
Oh my god. I have never watched this show, but it sounds like a GOLD MINE. And also horrifying.
June 13, 2008 at 3:26 pm
damn right.
June 13, 2008 at 3:33 pm
Hahahaha. I LOVE IT! I have no baby daddy drama, but I want that shirt. Perfect Friday pick-me-up post
June 14, 2008 at 11:05 pm
No one does tells baby daddys how it is like Maury.
June 17, 2008 at 12:49 pm
@deutlich: No doubt about it. I’ll probably have that on in the background while I’m training myself today.
@Jess: You should! It’s a fabulously guilty pleasure.
@apollocreed: You should get that shirt.
@jenniferalaine: I totally want it too, haha.
@Jamie: He’s the king. I still miss Jenny Jones sometimes, though.
June 25, 2008 at 9:23 pm
I pink-puffy-heart Maury, man. I can’t even feel guilty about it. It’s one of my favorite things about being home on a weekday.
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