Sunday, February 08, 2009

I was watching

Jane Austin and other flicks tonight..on Masterpiece Theatre...I am watching love triangles in castles with no central heat, or a good water supply or a bathroom. How do they bathe? How do they take a shit? I ask you. But "love" somehow manages to overcome these obstacles. The mother ( the pimp) always makes her young baby daughter marry the young scallion who has money. But she really loves the pig farmer down the road. But, if she marries him she will be disinherited and have to live in his pig sty forever and a day. Decisions. decisions. She married him. As it was, he had to go OFF to war, and got killed. And she was with child. Now she is just regarded as a pig farmers knocked up wife without any social benefits. Her mother is too busy pimping off her other three daughters to pay much attention to her. And then crying starts and numerous people get the vapours.........oop's I forgot where they get very sick, and get well by putting hot wash clothes on their heads.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...you can only watch so much of this shit, before your gag reflexes start to kick in.

So, I stopped watching it and started spamming my friends on email. Hey, I was bored. No...I didn't do that, but I sent out a few I might regret. We will see the reaction I get tomorrow.

7 comments:

Bobbie said...

I love how you summarize those old classic movies! LOL

Sally said...

I often wonder how my life would have been if I'd married the pig farmer! :)

Nicole said...

Very nice summary and so true too ;-)

Brenda said...

I've often wondered about the lack of bathroom facilities back in those days too. I reckon there was probably some mighty funky monkeying around going on back then.

Donna said...

I married a plumber...HAHahaha...hughugs

JoJo said...

Too funny.

Dorie said...

It must have been love- ever been downwind of a pig farm?