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Degenerate SW and I have been Friends fans for a while. I tend to get bored with the show faster than she, and this season has hit an all time low. I’ve always had a hard time suspending my disbelief for that show. The characters never date anyone outside the circle of friends for more than a few episodes, nobody ever seems to work, nobody moves away, and nobody is ugly (except the naked guy across the street we never saw) or fat (except Monica in flashback scenes in a fat suit, and only as humor.)
But this season’s believability factor has deteriorated to the point where I don’t even want to watch. It’s funny, but eMpTyV’s The Osbournes is more believable. Sure, it’s “reality” TV so it’s supposed to be believable, but how believable is it that a burnt out oaf like Ozzie continues to be a celebrity? The show has priceless gems, like Ozzie dealing with his dog training troubles, whining “I’m not picking up any more turds. I’m a rock star.” He’s the Homer Simpson of rock and roll, with his wife taking the Lisa Simpson role and both kids as Bart figures. It’s funny to see that such wealth and fame doesn’t change the way a family interacts one bit, they just have a bigger house and cooler toys.
If only Friends could be this “real.”
And funny.
In other TV news, here's the webpage for "Insomniac with Dave Attell" and their recent trip to Atlanta:

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