My wife is mad about this show.<br><br><br><br>
I don't get it.<br><br><br><br>
There are no trivia questions to answer.<br><br><br><br>
You don't have to collect flags on scaffolding that is suspended by a helicopter over water.<br><br><br><br>
You don't have to perform any demeaning tasks like eating bugs or dating Charlie O'Connell.<br><br><br><br>
You don't have to spend three minutes making audiences squirm with discomfort as you regale Alexi Trebec with a sh!tty anecdote.<br><br><br><br>
There is no wheel to spin or prices to guess.<br><br><br><br>
You just have to show up, be annoying, and either accept or not accept an offer while watching Howie Mandell make up names for gorgeous women. (Like her remembers them all. Give me a break. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/rolleyes.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="

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So I say no deal.<br><br><br><br>
Cheers!<br><br>
TJ