Busting a Gut

Last night I finished the most recent delivery of North American TV, graciously sent overseas by the wonderful Mike. And frankly, I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Why was a guffawing my guts out you ask? Clone High, blessed wonderful Clone High. I didn't think that something that good could come from MTV... but lo and behold. It's totally insane, and works on so many levels, but I loved it. It's really my kind of humour, absurd, critical and quick. I almost cried I was laughing so hard during the Marylin Manson food pyramid song.

Ohh I needed that as my $^#&*% computer is still demonically posessed.

HRH