And for various reasons I can't get into *why* I'm annoyed, so I'm hoping that I can just exorcise a wee bit of it by saying that I am in big capital letters of day-glo hue. But Internet, it's not enough. I am so motherf**king annoyed.
So as a distraction I offer this article, an interview with my husband, Mr. Probst, where he rightly addresses some of the "post-reality stress syndrome" that contestants may go through and hints at what a dillhole Rupert is (at least, that's how I'm reading it. Don't disabuse me of the notion).
posted by ADD @ 10:04
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