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."
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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 . . .
