Monday Night TV

So I'm watching my new favorite summer reality show—AGE OF LOVE, OF COURSE. I like Age of Love mostly because I hate the 20 year-olds. This show, for me, is like watching sports. You have two teams, the 40 year-olds and the 20 year-olds. And you have a goal, the 30 year-old tennis player whose name I still don't know after watching it for four weeks. The 40 year-olds are like the veteran team that everyone loves, and the 20 year-olds are like the obnoxious newcomers who talk a lot of trash and look like hookers and cry a lot. I root for my players by yelling at the TV, "Come on, 42!" or "MORE OF THAT, 48!" And then I yell at the 20s things like, "What a hobag!" Sports are fun.