The West Wing

I get addicted to things very easily, which is why I’d like to apologize if I’ve ever attacked you while you were in the midst of offering me a cigarette or a $10 Farmville gift card. You see, I’m one of those people that if you offer them the slightest amount of a substance or experience that could be even the a tiny bit addictive, they will spend all of their time trying to score themselves more of it.  These addictive things have varied from: The Bachelorette, Chicken McNuggets, and now, The West Wing.  For those of you that are ignorant, don’t own computers/TVs, or simply have miserable and deprived lives, (Take it a bit farther next time) the West Wing is a television show about the daily lives of White House staffers and their duties.  Basically, it is the most interesting and awesome way to spend forty-four minutes in the world, after taking a shower or wearing a trench coat around town.  The thing is, The West Wing is just like crack, which I would know because I do tons of it. (Hahaha.  You’re going to go to jail for that and then I’ll take over your blog.  Haha.  No.)  Once you start, you simply can’t stop.  Eventually, if you get to the third season, your teeth fall out and you begin to resemble Mickey Rourke.  However, finding out how a hypothetical president played by Martin Sheen reacts to a missile crisis totally outweighs that risk.  Now, if you’ll allow me, I’ve got a meeting with my dealer, Slim Tony. (Your attempts at being “hood” are pitiful.)  He’s giving me episodes 9-14 of season 5.  Let’s hope I don’t overdose.


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This blog is informal to say the least. It's almost like an online journal, filled with stories that I find funny, interesting things/links and anything else that comes to my mind. Enjoy.
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