the joys (?) of cohabitation

Tonight I got home from kickball, Ben made me a burger for dinner. Awwwww, good Ben, right? Innocently, he asked if I would mind if he watched wrestling tonight. Of course not, whatever you want, right?

Have you ever watched this? First these women fought each other. Then this guy came on and he looked like he had a plastic surgery six-pack. He flipped around, watched Hell's Kitchen, then came back to some sort of skit where some guy was dressed up like some other guy, and his buddy was dressed up like that guy's son, and one of them was married to the daughter of the guy he was dressed up as, then there was a video of the real guy from the 80s doing a song and dance number, and then the real guys came out, and they were all gonna fight, along with five guys wearing green leotards, but then "poo" got dropped on them. And everyone said "suck it!" and was all excited. Now Ben's drinking beer while watching wrestling. Something about not being white trash enough.

When I lived with Maggie and Belinda, we watched Sex and the City. I think it might even be on TBS right now. But they didn't make me burgers.