After a busy season of determining Idols, Danny Zukos, and Pussycat Dolls, America has requested that it be given a few months off from the important task of deciding on the entertainment industry’s next disposable reality star.
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“It seems like I’m dialing a new 1-900 number every night!” lamented the overworked country. “Why can’t we go back to the old way, where executives conducted their own auditions? It’s not like the casting couch isn’t still available, you know.”
America also complained of the work involved in staying abreast of the current quests for Top Models (both home and abroad), Apprentices, and Rockstars, asking, “None of these people ever get around to providing actual entertainment, do they? What’s the point in a six-month audition that never puts on a show?”
In response, the entertainment industry apologized and asked America if perhaps it would like to watch a foul-mouthed cartoon instead, or possibly a crime drama.
The Television City Chronicle would like to apologize for the use of the words “abreast” and “abroad” in reference to models.
