Surreality Tv:Season Iii
Tune in! Tune in!
Its "Lost":Season 8...strangers, stranded by fate
If on a deserted island...how does the big guy NOT lose weight?
...Meanwhile, back at the lab, producers are working around the clock
To find fake people, thrown in fake situations....feeding the foolish flock
"Alright, I got one"!! "We take ten beauticians...put them through flight school"
Cameras roll to see thong-clad aviators in a battle...
....cattle come to seem them battle, for a job at TWA
The remote-control can warp your soul
Jerry Springer's the warden in hell
Make's me ill--like advice from Dr.Phil
not all men are scum, you ass kissin' bum!!
So I turn to "COPS" for some emotional guidance
nothing settles me down quicker
then seeing a shirtless wife-beater
face down in cuffs.....damn, Dr.Phils onto something....
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