telethons

telethons,fucking a. i thought about telethons and the utter hilarity that i endured as i unleashed the knowledge of their existence from my memory was slighty unbearable. sure i was stoned, but i couldn't stop laughing minute after minute and the muscles in my face began to tense and ache because i was smiling so much and trying to snap me mouth shut so i would stop yelling about them. telethons are so bewildering, and i am very glad they aren't (to my knowlegde) broadcast on major networks annually anymore. i would sit hour after hour and be entertained slaughtered with unbearable boredom but somehow, quite masochistically, permit myself to watch- curiously as tuxes sang and phones rang and people announced their "benevolence". but anyway, there is something so bewildering about telethons, i just don't get it. perhaps its that enigma that drew me in year after year inexplicably, or what it does to me that won't let me officially hate them. i almost like them. a lot.