Even though Thursday night, was a night of immense cramming, I still “found” time to watch the new Survivor piece of crap spinoff. Oooo Mark Burnett put his name on it. Now first things first, I have never really been a Survivor fan. I watched the first one, just like everyone else, and, loved it, just like everyone else. But around halfway through the second one, I started getting bored with the whole thing. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, “I swear I’ve got ADD, I just can’t bring myself to drive ALL the way down to the doctor’s, then take the test, wait for results, it’s all a hassle.” It was from, perhaps, the 4 episode of Survivor 2, that I began my Survivor boycott. With everyone talking about it, this was sure to keep me entertained. I even succeeded in not knowing how won Survivor 2 until around the 4th or 5th one. (I’d give you the locations as landmarks through the history of Survivor, except I only know a few, and not which order they go in.) Until today, I know of the cast of Survivor 1, and recognize some of the people in Black Pearl Island thingy. Hagrid look-a-like, Jon the schemer (too bad about his grandma) and the women who one, whatshername. I did think the addition of the loser tribe in the last one was quite cool, and I am going to watch the Survivor: All-Star. But until then, I have found my reality show. The Apprentice was damn good. This show has one thing that Survivor doesn’t. People who have to adapt, or move out, but maybe that was just in the first episode. When the ladies were givin’ out phone numbers with their $20 lemonade, and the saps who paid thinking they were real, I was outraged. It was obvious that sex was going to win this battle, until Sam came along. Didn’t think much about him until he got the idea, lets get women to sell our drinks. I was watching him. The women kept cleanin’ up, and the men kept sucking, but wait, here comes Sam, and....and he’s gonna sell a glass of lemonade for $1000?!?! Well the target looked like he could obviously afford it, after looking at his clothes, which must have cost top dollar, due to the cryogenic protection from the 70's. Well Sam didn’t do it, but I respect his attempt. That took a lot of guts. So by the end, naturally, I was ticked off that he was gonna get the boot. Yet, Trump remained my favourite rich guy, when he fired David, even though I despised Sam for bein such a brown noser and wanted him to get Trump-slapped. First off, why would you apply for this game, oh im sorry Donald. Job, it’s a job, not a game. So why, it’s a job, would you apply for this job, then go the whole day doing things, I’ll get to later, then admit you’re not a leader? Stupid. Secondly, Who is going to buy anything from a person who goes “One Dollah, One Dollah, One Dollah? No? Two Dollah, Two Dollah, Two Dollah? Hmm? Nine Dollah, Nine Dollah, Nine Dollah?” If you don’t care, don’t try. Bigger numbers mean more money, any MD should know that. Yet, none of this comes close to why I didn’t like David the most. If a person is riding a bike, YOU DON”T RUN IN FRONT OF HIM! Maybe I’m just a little testy, being an avid bike rider, but blocking a bike is a major no-no!!! Do you have any idea how long it takes for a bike to speed up to 40K/Hr? TOO DAMN LONG! We, bikers around the world, don’t need douchebags with signs running in front of us, ruining our hard-earned momentum. Don’t be ruinin’ my inertia bitch! Breath. Let’s let bygones be bygones, you were fired and I had to see you. Let’s cut our losses now and walk away equal. There that’s better......David’s a loser!