I hate Battlestar Galactica

It's Friday night. I make plans to go out with some friends. As I leave my house I go to turn off the TV, but the seductive intro music of Battlestar Galactica makes me hesitate. Why the frak is such a fantastic show on Fridays???

I stay strong as my finger goes towards the power button. Then a voice speaks to me.

"Raj! Why are you leaving me?"

"WTF?"

"it's me! BSG!" (BattleStar Galactica)

"I'm just going out with some friends."

"watch me. You know you wanna. You're the world's biggest geek."

"am not!"

"Raj, you get email on your watch,"

"so?"

"your belt buckle flashes if you're near a wifi hotspot,"

"c'mon. I'm recording you on my PVR. I'll watch you when I get home, BSG."

"it won't be the same. You know it. I might as well tell you right now who the last of the final five is..."

I run screaming out of my house. I go out to meet my friends, trying to forget what happened. But BSG is all I can think about. I want to be in front of the TV on a Friday night with my show, not out socializing. BSG makes me happy. It completes me.

I need to get laid.

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Raj Phangureh
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