And then it dawned on me. Just like that. The secret to successful television in 2010. The common thread, the magic formula, the grand design, the recurring theme? Grovelling. Yep, grovelling.
I, like a lot of folk have been scratching my head fairly vigorously for a number of years now. Then came the Eureka moment. In the toilet, appropriately enough.
“I’m a grafter Bill, I’ll sweat blood for ya Bill, if you hire me Bill you won’t regret it, I’ll go the extra mile for ya Bill, I’m a warrior Bill, this is my dream Bill, I’ll rub your knob for ya Bill. Please Bill, please don’t fire me.”
“Please Cheryl this is my dream, I’ve worked so hard for this, without it I’ve nothing, I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll work even harder, this is all I’ve ever wanted, please don’t kill my dream, I’ll rub your knob for ya Cheryl. Please Cheryl, please don’t send me home.”
So they stay and we all look forward to the same encounter again next week.
And the stupid bastard who has more self respect than to prostrate himself before The International Court of Human Shites goes home. Loser.
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