Reason #38 why my fiance and I are soulmates: Equally bad taste.
Earlier today, I saw an ad for "Jockeys", some horrible reality show about tiny men with Napoleon complexes airing on Animal Planet. I thought to myself, "Self, that sounds like an interesting program to watch and hate. You should look for that and tape it." I then promptly forgot about it.
A few minutes before I left for the gym this evening, my fiance returned from work, looking to kill some time before he left for an all-night poker game. We exchanged the typical pleasantries* and I left.
When I returned home, I stationed myself on the couch and clicked the "Recorded TV" button on the DVR. Two episodes of "Jockeys" were waiting for me.
* No, that's not a euphemism.
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...but it SHOULD be a euphemism.
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