I think I watch too much TV. I know I watch too much TV. So this means I dream a lot about TV. As for improvised drug use… not so much. But that doesn’t mean any such acts are off-limits in the subconscious.
(SIDENOTE: What unfortunately seems to be off-limits is anything above a PG-13 rating.)
So anyVH1, I recently had a dream involving these three reality stars:
Kourtney Kardashian - Nicole "Snooki" Polizzi - Audrina Patridge
And we were just hanging out at a night club doing whip-its (not to be confused with whipping hair). That’s it. Nothing provocative. I’m just using this to illustrate my boob tube influenced brain.
Which brings me to the actual point of this post… I can’t believe there isn’t a reality show called The Dog Walkers.
In one of my dreams, the show existed, and it took place in different cities, like The Real Housewives, or MLB games. But whereas this as a show might get boring:
How many are named Sparky?
This never will:
"Hold it 'til we get home. I forgot to bring bags!"
One more for prosperity:
It's because he can't see, you see.
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