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As the host of SevsDeadSerious I am astonished by the amount of time and ink (GB in the space age I think) spent breaking down, discussing, watching, wishing (this would involve an entire spectrum of emotions depending on viewpoint and level of cynicism) and salivating over for any of a million reasons from horn dog to trophy bitch and all matter in between. Does the public need to be continually reminded that Justin is a little douche bag; do we need to watch the further misadventures and responsibility void of Amanda; has Kim's ass changed all that much over the many years I have learned to loath her while still admitring her ability to still give me an erection; and for God's sake must we watch another episode of Lindsay in her drug-addled (you name it she either did, is doing it, or will be doing it), talentless to a degree that turns bad into a spectacle life as a cum-recptacle for anyone willing to endure her for the prescribed time. Frankly, I love it...even when my life hits those bumps in the road I don't have to do it in front of someone like me. Face it, the host is an asshole