Wednesday, July 20

But What About Dr. Phil?

The problem is Mori, as friendly as he likes to pretend, loves the old knife in the back, anything to boost his ratings and get a gold star, dudes a little insecure that Montel Williams is getting that spotlight, and Mori just doesnt understand. There is more then enough white trash drama to go around, sure it looks more like Jerry Springer, but its the best we can muster up for coporate, after all, to have black drama you have to have black people. Three doesnt qualify.

Mori has a problem. People dont respect him, and rightfully so, he's a fat mexican fuck at the apex of his life, and the measure of average he has achieved, is as good as its gonna get for him. He's starting to understand (though it'll take a while, he's not exactly a member of the braintrust) that having a car you cant afford, doesnt make you cool, espcially when your wife looks like Shrek and your youngest kid is too fucking dumb for the Special Olympics. Mori does have one thing going on for him, he's got more Daddy issues then a molested 13-year old.

It's alright though, that Uncle Tom mother fucker taught everyone a good lesson, yes even prostitutes have standards, and eventually that car you cant afford, yeah it breaks down. It's alright though, your kid will support you when your old right? Not so much, he's retarded and still shits himself.

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