That is right, you have brought us a new level. A Rock-of-Love level. A level that we will watch each week hoping that no one knows we are watching and actually loving each moment. You have brought a new level to the game of twister that we last probably played when we were 12. You have brought a new level of scandalousness that Prime Time has not seen with your close up camera shots and full time bikini wardrobe. Yes ABC, you have brought us The Bachelor Pad. And yes ABC, I will watch. Each week. Just please do not install any poles in the mansion. I don't know if my goody two shoes can handle that on a Monday night.
Is there a flood coming that we are not aware of? Do you have the best looking ankles that you just can't help but show them off? Are you perhaps borrowing the Weatherman's pants that are obviously too short for you? Or are you really trying to pull off men's capri's?!? Either way, I have to tell you that it is a No-Go. And Hell-No. A Whiskey Tango Foxtrot are you thinking?!? Whether you call them Sha-pants like Gator Guy, or Pa-shorts like The Boss, they are wrong. All Wrong. I can accept that your hair will remain Einstein-ish, but please wear pants that are your size. Your ankles are not that good.
Blondes may have more fun, but you my dear are not a blonde. Please save the bleach and go back to your beautiful Audrey Hepburn Brunette.
Ps...You are still crazy, but I love watching it!
I Heart You. That is all.