Okay, you know how depressing it was yesterday reading about The Bachelor? That was before you knew that what came on after that was called, I promise, Conveyor Belt Of Love.
I watched about five minutes of this show before saying, "Wow," and returning to Glee DVDs. As you know, I will try almost anything once, silliness-wise, but this threatened to devour my soul and replace it with a trash bag full of ... trash.
The only reason I offer it here is that I don't want anyone who saw me mention it last night on Twitter to either (1) assume I was hallucinating (I wish); or (2) be concerned about the fact that I stopped talking about it right after the balloon animals. I did not die of despair.