Dear Raw Comedy
Your shitness inspires me to enter you, like a vapid schoolgirl.
See you next year, faggot.
New Idea’s Saturday Kitchen is the perfect example of a possibly great show that has suffered greatly from having no stability.
In the first season it was hosted by that stunning, dark-haired goddess with the mouth that I wanted to fuck all day long (or until her lips chapped and she whined).
Then the seasons changed, the leaves fell and that shite chubber took over. I didn’t watch too much in those dark days. Instead preparing to stick knitting needles up my urethra.
Today it is has returned or another season and, again, there is a new host: Stuart MaGill and his wife/life partner (Tina Turner?).
Imagine my surprise when I was chilling, contemplating if Stuart MacGill will last as a host, when my telephone rings. It’s Channel Seven on the phone, telling me that I’m the next host of New Idea’s Saturday Kitchen.
Things I plan to do to revamp the show (if the producers let me):
I’ve been having a dilemma recently and I thought I may as well email you and ask for your opinion on the matter.
My husband, Monty, does not get along with my best friend’s husband, Howard. What ever can I do to restore harmony?
Well holy shit why didn’t you ask me earlier (in, like, chapter 1?). Here’s the plan, Carleene. The “course of action”, if you will: