Is there anything more pathetic than a Buddhist hunkering down for an evening of UFC on the telli? I hate it when Bryce comes over and turns this thing on. I can go weeks and weeks without thinking a thing about tv, then he turns it on and I watch UFC, horrified at the nature of man, yet so unable to peel myself from the screen. I feel aweful. Thought I'd confess... yeah, I feel bad.
I should just turn this thing off.
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