Your Shot At Love Has Ended

I've been pretty busy with work lately so I haven't been as judicious in keeping up with my reality television viewing. It's shameful losing the pulse of the high camp trainwreck that is bad reality TV. On the plus side, decreased viewing has resulted in my ability to invoke three syllable words again.

Last night I managed to wrastle the television remote control from Fang and I started flipping across the channels. Gazooks! The season finale of "A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila" was on! Well, I had to watch.

I'd missed a good portion of the season but I had seen enough to know that the assortment of skanks, hos and dumb asses selected for season 2 was bound to make compelling viewing. There were the usual catfights, a headbutting, beverages thrown, bleeped language, consumption of disgusting foodstuffs, copious exposure of naughty bits and extreme close ups of sloppy kissing.

In season one, Tila passed over a cute lesbian named Dani for a dullard named Bobby. He lasted as long as the next week's reunion show. Poor Tila was brokenhearted; cue season two.

In last night's finale for season two, Tila rejected Bo, a nice boy from Ohio who coached football. She opted instead for Kristy, a "model" from Yonkers. Yet in a delicious twist of events, Kristy rejected Tila. That humiliation was so good that it was worth sitting through the preceding 57 minutes. I imagine MTV has already started casting season three.

This is the last time I'll say it: you should have picked Dani, Tila.