Living With Fran stars Fran Drescher, who tricked someone into giving her another show. Can you sell your soul to the Devil more than once? It seems like he would have plenty of accountants at his disposal to check for such things.

In the show Fran, 48, is dating Ryan, who is a four years older than me. That makes me want to cry. The FCC fines CBS for Janet Jackson’s boob, yet this disgusting assault on all of our senses is allowed to go on without hindrance.

Do you know what happened to Fran Dresher’s voice with age? It got worse. Don’t ask me how. I don’t have a double major in physics and astrophysics.

I wanted to skip out on watching this show, because it is the 4th of July weekend and I am left deeply scared by Rugrats in Paris: The Movie. My wife kept me on track. Boy, will she be surprised when I turn into the Hulk and smash our house down.

Fran’s son and her boyfriend’s sister got married after a drunken night of stupidity. How wacky! How is Dan Aykroyd involved in this? I don’t know, but he is.

This is possibly the worst night of TV I have experienced in my three months of being forced to do whatever you people say. Have a nice and enjoyable weekend, jerks.