If I want to watch people open packages in search of a prize that does not benefit me, I will come over to your house on Christmas. Until then I want the world back to the way it belongs, with a glove on Howie's head and the A-Team on NBC.
I watched this bile last night. For those of you that have a life and aren't aware of how Deal or No Deal works, it's really quite simple. 26 "babes" in lingerie carry out briefcases. A bald Howie Mandel grabs somebody out of a mental ward and has them pick a brief case. The models then are asked to open their brief cases... yawn.
Last night the mental patient had a "lucky wedding ring" and a "lucky Stetson." He wore a Garth Brooks style shirt that was reminiscent of the American Flag. He intermittently cried as they opened up brief cases. He said "you're awesome Howie." I found myself in the garage trying to attach a garden hose to the exhaust pipe of my Jeep. I wish I had a "lucky Stetson."
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