How long can this go on for?
This question occurred to me at some point during the third episode of Series 12 of Geordie Shore and I’ll be honest with you, distracted me from the rest of the ‘action’ and the night’s sleep I felt I deserved.
Because, let’s face it, it could go on forever.
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One doesn’t accidentally watch the new series of Geordie Shore.
It’s been on long enough, the exploits of the sexually incontinent (or in Charlotte Crosby’s case, literally incontinent) protagonists featured in the Daily Mail’s Sidebar of Shame frequently enough, for a plea of ignorance to be contemptuously dismissed.
You wanted this. You enjoy watching unconvincingly coiffed, fake tan smeared imbeciles binge drinking and arguing with their designated shag until someone smashes a decorative lampshade and gets bundled into a Beamer to cool off.
So do we. That’s why we’re all here.
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Note how the cast’s reactions to the new boys’ genitalia offer a subtle hint as to the nature of their future relationships.
Bored? Lonely? Suicidal?
We are. That’s why we watch this shite.
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Of course he bloody did! What were you expecting?! Image via geordieshoreonline.
We reckon Cancun Chris is a deeply evil man, Shorz fans.
In fact, we love the idea like we gave birth to it.
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