Baruch Hashem what a trainwrecky!
I am a terrible gay.
I have just watched the second episode of A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila let the admonitions flow like the River Jordan!
Isn’t it bad enough that I will never in my life get that hour back? An hour I could have spent watching WWF wrestling, or going for a lovely stroll down Sixth Street, or sticking a fork in my eye!
So why did I continue to watch?
Why, indeed.
And if this only makes you curious to see the travesty of the show that is A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila then I’ll see you next Tuesday, I’ll take care of the food if you get the fashionable wine.
This article appears in October 12 • 2007.



