Every so often Johnny has to go all Ser Gregor Clegane on someone and tonight before bed it's Direct TV.
So, Direct TV, what the FUCK? Johnny used to like Jon Bon Jovi, then you started running those ads every three out of five slots during every break at the Copa America and Euros 2016. That had risen to the level of really annoying. Now you've got Bon Jovi signing about dead fucking grandpas you wish you could turn the hands of time back to say goodbye to? WTF is that? Yeah, I was missing my grandpa today and it really emphasized how much I hate Comcast. In olden times Johnny would just have the people who wrote the ad brought before him and tortured while he played Angry Birds on his iPhone but that's not how we do things now. Now you have to point out online that even if Direct TV was Johnny's last pay television option he'd go buy some of those bunny ears and get regular teevee. What the hell is wrong with you people?
Time for Jersey City, After Dark
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