Each season of The Bachelor, we sit in front of our television expecting those moments that make us either want to dive into the depths of our couch cushions or silently shake our head in imperious contempt at the state of the current gene pool in America. My point is simple. It’s not hard to predict, due to the premise of this show, that at least a handful of those
It’s been too long my dear friends. And I’m so sorry we had to experience such a lame red carpet “event” to kick-off Prince Farming’s season of The Bachelor. Apparently anyone within driving distance who has ever been on the previous 37 seasons of any Bachelor franchise was given a golden ticket to walk up and down (or just stand around) roughly 150 yards of crimson fabric splitting the middle
We interrupt my December holiday wish list posts for some breaking Bachelor Farmer news. ABC has finally posted the bios of 30 bachelorettes vying for the opportunity to secure a one-way ticket to LA, shake hands with Our Host Chris Harrison (lucky) and turn on the charm full force for the chance to be a Hot Farmer’s wife in Iowa. The website provides a quick glance of the ladies’ credentials
When I was in high school, I took pride in my Student Council responsibilities as Vice President by organizing an American Red Cross blood drive in the gym. I’m pretty sure the bulk of the work included me making a flyer on Mrs. Johnson’s Commodore 64 and printing several copies on yellow, green and orange neon paper to be distributed in all the lockers. I also remember asking students to
