Confessing a guilty pleasure
I watch The Ultimate Fighter reality show. I won't try to justify it; I know it for what it is.
Go ahead and judge me. I deserve it...but do it quickly, because I need to go see how the first episode played out.
I watch The Ultimate Fighter reality show. I won't try to justify it; I know it for what it is.
Go ahead and judge me. I deserve it...but do it quickly, because I need to go see how the first episode played out.
Posted by Mark at 11:59 PM
Labels: The Ultimate Fighter
4 comments:
I am perplexed.
Watching 2 grown men beating the **** out of each other doesn't seem to go with your general life views.
I can't claim to be consistent, but I've long been a fan of martial arts and now mixed martial arts.
You can see the same beating the crap out of each other on any of the Real Housewives reality shoes. Only they do it in Louboutin pumps and Valentino evening gowns.
Uh, no.
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