Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Private Reserves are For Punk Ass B*tches

Private Reserve.  What a crock. That ain't the real deal. The real stuff goes down in the general wide open national park. In the private reserves they know where all the animals are. You go out and see lions because they can't friggin' get out. Man. You'd think a show about finding real love would have a little more integrity than this. I'm starting to think some of the stuff we see is, like, staged.

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