At some point in the middle of the summer, my husband stated his intent to watch Shit My Dad Says.
"Why?" I asked.
"Shatner." he responded.
Then they started airing promos. Then they switched leads. Then they aired more promos. I told him "this show is going to be awful."
"Shatner." he responded.
"Will Sasso." I argued.
But no matter how awful the promo, he insisted that Shatner alone was enough for him to watch the first few episodes, at least.
Last night, Shit My Dad Says premiered. And my husband, who insisted for months that we should at least watch it for the first couple of weeks, made it all of three minutes before putting a pillow over his head and begging me to make the show go away forever.
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