Written by Pointer

Tuesday, 9 June 2009

After Survivor, Big Bother, Millionaire and Dance, Sing, Puke and Shit, most telly critics were predicting that the reality show had run its course. When I'm a celebrity, Get Me Out of Here, Preferably in a Limo hired disgraced Illinois Gov Rod Blagoevitch's disgraceful vitch to play the role of a jungle sloth, most were sure that the bargain basement genre had died. But that was before they learned that the crass materialist entertainment craze could be reborn as a spiritual quest.

British Telly producer, Telesforo Hoemange, a fanatical yoga enthusiast and addicted ogler of hot young yoga exhibitionists told the media that he had the idea while staring at a particularly luscious pair of Westend cheeks:

" All I could do was recite my mantra du jour- I want-breath- to be reborn-breath- as a danskin- pant, pant, drool. That inspiration and a tweet from the local Buddhist Buzz about the next Dalai Lama and the concept was completed its transmigration. You see, contestants will demonstrate their worthiness to be the next reincarnation of the DL, submit to asisted suicide or as we loke to call it the passage to the next level of existence with a little help from a friend and then we wait to see whose soul crosses the chasm and becomes the next dalai lama... I think the show has the pottential to run for decades!"

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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