Upon the end of Dancing with the Stars as Leeza Gibbons is eliminated:
my dad: "Is that the one with the plastic leg?"
my mom: No, that's Leeza Gibbons.
[meanwhile, I laugh hysterically in the background]
my mom: "You're thinking of Heather Mills. It's not really made out of plastic, is it?"
my dad: "Yes, it's a composite. Fiberglass and plastic!"
my mom: "Really? I didn't know that."
my dad: "And who is that asshole she's dancing with?"
my mom: "Her dance partner. He's a professional."
Effing hilarious. This is the 24-hour show I currently live in.
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I just finished laughing for 20 seconds about this. I kind of wish I was around to hear stuff like this, and then I think really hard about it, and I don't.
You're right; you don't.
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