When Sir John Logie Baird (you see….it’s funny, because it sounds like ‘John Yogi Bear‘) came up with the idea to invent the television in the 1920’s, I’ll bet that he could’ve never imagined that almost 100 years later, we’d all be watching a show about a black man with unfeasibly large bollocks.
Earlier this week, I had the displeasure of watching, “The Man With The 10 Stone Testicles“.
Now….you might find this hard to believe, as the title of the show was pretty confusing…..but….in a nutshell…..it was a documentary about an American man who had a ball bag that looked like a huge black space hopper…..or, a giant un-cracked walnut….or, a black bin liner full of dead cats.
It was the most bizarre/disgusting thing I’ve ever seen…..and i’ve seen ‘Two Girls, One Cup‘.
Is it me? Or has TV changed a LOT in the last 5 years?
Every night, I flick through the channels….merrily eating my tea….
Then, all of a sudden, a giant spotty bell-end pops up onto my screen…..it’s owned by a man from Leeds…..he’s showing Dr. Christian his cock rash…..and, allegedly, he’s dreadfully ‘embarrassed‘ about it….but, clearly NOT embarrassed enough to stop him from showing his bright red knob glands on National TV…..in front of millions of people…..
Not five minutes later, Dr. Pixie pops up for a quick chat to a woman with a fishy vagina.
All of a sudden….I’m not quite so hungry.
So….I reach for the remote, and change the channel to something more appropriate…..how about, ‘The Sex Clinic’?
Marvellous…..I can now tuck into my evening meal, whilst watching an acne covered teenager get a cotton bud jabbed into his japseye.
Thankfully, I don’t have a 3d TV….because, the thought of having a pair of ‘10 Stone Testicles‘ dangling into my Cream of Tomato Soup makes me shudder.
At least I wouldn’t need any croutons…..i’d have scrotums instead.
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