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  • Couch Time
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  • It was a bright and sunny day on Jan 11th 2011 when Australian TV had just gone fully digital, and promising brand new stations where about to launch for the first time. One of those channels was Channel 11. The channels programming schedule looked great, to the naked eye, shows where lined up like old favorite family classics such as Married...with Children, The Dukes of Hazzard, The Beverly Hillbillies, MacGyver, Cheers, and Happy Days, so how could a channel looking this promising ever fuck up? The answer to that is... quite easily. What you do is pluck two absolute fucking nobodies off the street and make them the voice of Channel 11. These two fuck-knuckles consist of a Buddy Holly looking faggot and an even more limp-wrist queer looking mother fuckers known simply as "The fag without
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  • 300.0
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Caption
  • "Watch this show... then kill yourself"
Language
  • Translations into *American *English *Canadian *Australian *Welsh *Teshian
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  • Couch Time
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  • Visible, sorry to say.
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  • It was a bright and sunny day on Jan 11th 2011 when Australian TV had just gone fully digital, and promising brand new stations where about to launch for the first time. One of those channels was Channel 11. The channels programming schedule looked great, to the naked eye, shows where lined up like old favorite family classics such as Married...with Children, The Dukes of Hazzard, The Beverly Hillbillies, MacGyver, Cheers, and Happy Days, so how could a channel looking this promising ever fuck up? The answer to that is... quite easily. What you do is pluck two absolute fucking nobodies off the street and make them the voice of Channel 11. These two fuck-knuckles consist of a Buddy Holly looking faggot and an even more limp-wrist queer looking mother fuckers known simply as "The fag without the glasses". What these two talentless tail-gunning, cum-burping homo's that no one knows the names of got, was the chance to be rammed down everyones throat who can't find the remote in time to change the channel when they are on. If you look at it from one perspective, if you can not find your remote to change it, you just sit there bitching about how these nobodies that never where even got asked to do the shit they do in the first place? But then again, it may not be the absolute worst thing imaginable, as people would rather bitch about having to see them on TV, rather then get off their fat lazy arse and change the channel via the TV itself.