Man, oh boy. When you turn on the TV and see Vana White looking you in the face you know this day has just taken a turn for the worse. Jesus, her and Pat Sajak look like two dead people in Pat and Vana skin suits. All held together with duct tape and hair clips and sh@%. I imagine that right behind Pat's hairline is a string you can pull and he just unravels like a rug in my plastic surgery nightmare. Vana no longer has boobs on her chest. They're on her forhead which is good because the expressionless/surprised Botox face is no pleasure to look at. The people on the show look strikingly less glamorous in pant suits and over excitement. People basically falling over for $900 in cash and prizes. Like a cruise to the Carribean. Oh, boy. Be one of the last 200 people to see these islands before global warming tells the ocean that the Carribean was talkin' smack in gym class and the ocean gets pissed and eats them. Think of all the lawn furniture that stands to be lost. It's fu*#ing mind boggling. So, someone's grandma is still having a coronary over how much more handsome Pat is in person and the guy from Minnesota actually tries to touch Vana's forhead boobs and all I can think about is how fu#@ing patriotic it all makes me feel.