Sitting around during the weekend with absolutely nothing to do whatsoever, you’re probably hanging upside down from the couch cushions and not caring about the fact that your blood circulation now packs into your brain.
There’s your sibling/friend/imaginary companion/whoever else sitting next to you as they flip through the 2034340598 channels on your tv.
Why do all the boring shows come on when you’re actually wanting to be entertained?
That makes no sense. Pfft`