Real (Bad) Time

Every time I go on vacation and stay in a hotel with free HBO, the same thing happens. I watch Real Time with Bill Maher and am reminded how much I can’t stand this guy. Or his huge smarmy Crisco-blotted head.

It’s like I have some weird kind of short-term memory.

“Oh hey, maybe NOW I’ll like him.”

(Five minutes later)

“Nope.”

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