beaten over the head with a tuna can

I watched Celebrity Apprentice on Sunday night, and ever since then I've wanted to punch something in the face due to the Chicken of the Sea jungle I have stuck in my head. I've gotta say, Annie Duke can certainly craft a lyric. If I ate fish, I would probably be out buying giant flats of this tuna at Costco right now.

I realize that this is part of the genius of the Apprentice. Not only is it a TV show, but it's also a 2 hour long marketing campaign for whatever brand ponies up the cash. I wonder what kind of a bump this company got from having Joan Rivers make clucking and splashing noises. Although with Joan Rivers I would assume that more people simply covered their eyes in terror as they promised they would never ever get plastic surgery. I mean, remember when Joan Rivers looked like a person? Now she looks like what would happen if the Joker and a cat had a baby and then the baby got old and had several face lifts.

Probably I should save my TV watching time for something more educational or at least something not directly created by Satan. But then I would have missed Jesse James looking perplexed and a Playboy Playmate trying to convince America that she's super duper smart. That's comedy, people.