The fallacy of Extreme Time Cheaters

It was a rare evening, in which I actually found myself at home, with pretty much nothing to do.  Usually, whenever this has been the case, I’ve spent said time and then some playing League of Legends, but I’ve kind of been on a hiatus from playing lately, and I didn’t really feel like getting drawn into the time suck LoL can occasionally be.  I was caught up on wrestling, the laundry was all done, the dog was empty, the pets all fed, and no need to brog.  So I turned on the television, with no objective ahead; naturally, I guided the schedule to see what was on TLC.

My Fat Saved My Life,” followed by “Extreme Time Cheaters.”  I set my DVR to record both shows, and then I went and did something else, because of course I didn’t actually spend my time watching television, live, and subjecting myself to actually having to watch commercials.  Plssssss

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