Clyde, scanning the television listings for Monday night, suddenly bursts out laughing.
I glance at him over my cup of Senseo and raise my eyebrows.
“Tonight, FOX is running another one of those shows designed to milk every last advertising dollar possible out of American Idol — you know, sweet stories about the contestants, and so on.”
I nod. “Sure.”
“When I went to read the program description, I skipped down a line by mistake, and read the entry from Fear Factor: ‘Five former contestants return to compete in a series of stomach-churning stunts.'”
Unbidden, a full-color, high-definition image pops immediately into my mind: red-haired crooner John Stevens, hands behind his back, face down in an aquarium full of Madagascar Hissing Cockroaches, gobbling down as many as he can before John Peter Lewis can finish butchering another Elton John song.
Now that’s a show I’d watch.
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