I don’t know about you, but I just can’t get enough and we here at Le Monkey House couldn’t be more stoked that Netflix took the show under it’s wing and brought us more of the unbelievably dysfunctional Bluth family.
That being said, we would also like to take this time to thank Netflix for having better shows than most cable channels. (House of Cards, Orange is the New Black, Lilyhammer…) I mean, consider the game “upped.” I can only hope that cable takes the hint and gets a little more selective about what they put on air. I’m also certain that some shows could only make it to television by accident.
Let me explain: So maybe when someone sent in a reel of their overweight child in a beauty pageant saying “hilarious” things and being sassy, an intern (whom should be fired) mixed the tape up with the one sent in about the 12-year old that got accepted to Harvard. By the time any one noticed the mishap, it was too late…
I’m fairly certain I don’t need to argue the fact that reality television needs to die a swift and painful death. If I hear one more “desperate housewife” (or husband for that matter) yukking it up in the line at Safeway about how “That Chloe Kardashian is a real firecracker” I’m going to throw
myself them into oncoming traffic.
I know that sounds drastic, but it would be a much less painful way to go than to sit around and wait for all of our children to turn into Honey Boo Boo and their parents aspiring to be on the Real Housewives to show the world “how they do it in the _________ house.”
That, kids, is what is referred to as a “tangent.”