As hard as I try to be the ever cynical wise cracker every once in a while, I fall for something I see on TV.
Normally I resist the great Satan known as cable television with as much will as I can possibly muster. That being said I have become hopelessly sucked in by “Dirty Jobs.”
Normally I would spell out the fascinating nuances and complex strata of the show to justify my actions but the gods honest truth is if I could pay to kiss Mike Rowe’s face – I would never stop robbing banks.
I can’t tell you how dissapointed I am in myself for being a slave to such a schoolgirl brand of enthrallment. It is downright embarrassing.
Anyway, great show. Mike your particular brand of self-deprecating charm has completely unravelled me and now I must go reconsider my maturity levels.
The show is brilliant, please be careful and try hard not to mess up your beautiful face.
regards,
Sarah
