Black roses for everyone!

We all know my opinion of The Bachelor. Thus I found myself in front of the television (big surprise, right?) last night as I watched Samantha Who? which is actually pretty good. Unfortunately I was sucked into watching portions of the dreaded finale of that last bastion of chauvinism which is The Bachelor. If you haven't been living under a rock for the last few years, you should know that on the season finale The Bachelor (I so like the fact that it's capitalized, illustrating his manliness) in question drops a rose on the last woman that hasn't become so disgusted with her gag-inducing performances from the last few weeks or so, thus the engagement! How likely are the impending nuptuals? Going by the track record of the previous Bachelors, I'd say they have less than a 5% chance of actually getting married, but that's just my opinion. Onto the show...

Well, guess Mr. Bar Owner decided he didn't want to be married to either one of the ladies left from the catfight from hell. Not that I blame him. I only saw a bit of the upcoming previews and was ready to ralph from the nastiness that was spewing from their mouths. "I love you and would do anything for you!!!" said one woman. "I like how I've felt the last few weeks and want to continue to feel this way," said another. I would too if I got to stay in a mansion and date a hot guy with no strings attached. Whatever. I about laughed my butt off when he didn't choose either. Some people were all tweaked out about that. "How could he do that to those girls? He said he'd be honest, what a jerk." Like the girls didn't know going in that they could be dumped on national television. Once again, whatever.

You go Brad! at life.sa.laugh@hotmail.com.