"Suburban Shootout." It's British. A lovely English village, except that the ladies of the village are two rival mobs vying to recruit the new woman who's just moved in with her cop husband. She was invited to take a small ride with a lady and her creepy butch driver and has been tricked into pushing the button that blows up the wicker store whose proprietors have missed their protection payment.
Tell me it's a reality show.
I plead two weeks worth of skippage. Umfriend it is.
We could
make
it a B word. Bumfriend has a ring to it. Er. Not like that.
They're bleeping dialogue! And the Godmother is being driven around in a minivan!
Bumfriend has a ring to it. Um. Not like that.
Ahahahahahaha!!!!!!!
He's just The Boy. Which is a good enough B word, I feel.
Tell me it's a reality show.
I wish, but no. It's still wonderfully funny.
Oh, dear, now Joyce, the new lady, has just discovered that local parties involve swapping.
The SF Chron's Tim Goodman is really plugging that show. Unfortunately, I am still sans decent broadcast TV and utterly sans cable.
We could make it a B word. Bumfriend has a ring to it. Er. Not like that.
You mean it the
other
way?
He's just The Boy. Which is a good enough B word, I feel.
There are many good B words. Binturong. Boa. Bilby. Balustrade. (It's fun to say, try it!) Oh, and Wallybee! (What? There's a B in it.)
Wallybee likes - well, penguins, and that's what's important.
You mean it the other way?
Aye aye, Cap'n! (I like aye-ayes.)