Boy, the person who nicknamed television “the boob tube” was right on the money. You don’t hear the expression much these days probably because t.v.’s aren’t made with tubes anymore. But just check out those boobs, so to speak. Maury Povich exploits teen pregnancy, a Kardashian gets a yeast infection, Honey Boo Boo farts in the toothless face of her Uncle/Daddy who has a 2nd grade education.
The worst offender, at least this week, may be those in charge of the NFL’s broadcast of the Super Bo…oh, I can’t say that. Do you believe this crap? Some punk can break into an unoccupied 2 ½ million dollar mansion in Boca and legally live there free, but I can’t say S---- B--- on the radio. This world is going straight to hell. And I’m going straight to jail because tomorrow I intend to break the law. If you listen to the Paul and Young Ron show tomorrow morning you will hear me talk about “the super bowl of oatmeal I had for breakfast” and “for a real super bowl try Don Carter’s lanes in Tamarac” and “my sidekick Paul Castronovo had an extra large toilet installed in his home for sanitary reasons. He calls it the super bowl.”
There are some pretty good shows on t.v. but not many. The Burn with Jeff Ross on Comedy Central comes to mind along with Impractical Jokers on Tru-TV. Plus there’s Sophia Vegara on Modern Family. Now that’s my kind of boob tube.