Nedstacey2
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The Jerry Springer Show. Blame my wife; whenever she surfs to it, I just gotta stop and watch, just like an auto accident. I know most of those guests can't be for real, but no matter how rotten I'm feeling about myself all it takes is a look at those losers to make me think I must have my s--t together better than anyone else in the world.
Also, The Munsters. Love the occasionally brilliant sick humor. Example: Grandpa, showing a visitor around the basement/dungeon/laboratory, says, "And this is where I work on my experiments." The visitor, pointing to the operating table, inquires, "What are those restraining straps for?" Grandpa replies, "Well, some of my experiments don't like it."
And Gilligan's Island. I know, as with The Munsters I've seen each episode about a hundred times and being a fan of these TV Land and TBS staples really dates me and is downright embarrassing too, but each viewing is like visiting a comfortable old friend. I'm still hot for Ginger with her Monroesque whispery voice and long legs and sexy feet. One of the first clues I had as a little boy as to what kind of a pervert I am was when I became fixated on the episode where Ginger's stretched out on the rack in Dr. Boris Balenkoff's dungeon. Oh, the fantasies of tickle-torturing that beauteous "movie star"! How much I longed to Balenkoff, with his own castle and dungeon on an island in the middle of the ocean--where my will would be unchallenged and no one would be around to rescue a helpless laughing and screaming victim . . .
Also, The Munsters. Love the occasionally brilliant sick humor. Example: Grandpa, showing a visitor around the basement/dungeon/laboratory, says, "And this is where I work on my experiments." The visitor, pointing to the operating table, inquires, "What are those restraining straps for?" Grandpa replies, "Well, some of my experiments don't like it."
And Gilligan's Island. I know, as with The Munsters I've seen each episode about a hundred times and being a fan of these TV Land and TBS staples really dates me and is downright embarrassing too, but each viewing is like visiting a comfortable old friend. I'm still hot for Ginger with her Monroesque whispery voice and long legs and sexy feet. One of the first clues I had as a little boy as to what kind of a pervert I am was when I became fixated on the episode where Ginger's stretched out on the rack in Dr. Boris Balenkoff's dungeon. Oh, the fantasies of tickle-torturing that beauteous "movie star"! How much I longed to Balenkoff, with his own castle and dungeon on an island in the middle of the ocean--where my will would be unchallenged and no one would be around to rescue a helpless laughing and screaming victim . . .
