You expect me to believe that?
Did you happen to catch the drama unfold on Ryan Seacrest's morning talk show today?
Whew!
Ryan, that was pretty ballsy, didn't think you had it in 'ya!
The scenario went something like this.
On the premise that 3 dozen flowers were being given away to a winning contestant, Ryan and his staff, coaxed an unsuspecting husband down the garden path (!) right into the jaws of a steely trap that would effectively land the cheater in the doghouse with his faithful wife and his di** in the wringer.
When the gentleman (scoundrel?) was roused from a deep slumber (sounded that way, to me) he was duly informed that he not only won the precious prize, but was also granted the option of having the pretty fragrant bouquets delivered right to the door of the object of his love (passion?).
Without much hesitation, the foggy-headed dude instructed Ryan's partner in crime, to deliver the flowers to a gal by the name of "Abigail" in Wisconsin.
And, he requested that a note be attached to say how much he "missed her".
Just before he was about to hang-up, though, Ryan asked a troubling question.
"Who is Abigail?" Ryan and his crew probed.
Huh?
Within minutes, Seacrest was all over him like flies on sh**.
"Aren't you married, Sir?"
The silence on the end of the phone was deafening.
Say what?
"Are you having an affair with this woman?"
No, he protested, "we're just friends".
One of Seacrest's co-workers tried to pin him down further.
"Did you sleep with her?"
No, we just had dinner, he asserted.
"Did you have drinks?"
Ryan went in for the kill at this juncture.
"You've been away from home for months. Why would you send the roses to Abigail instead of your wife? It doesn't sound right, dude," he concluded snidely.
But, now for the finale.
The man's wife chimed in on the other end of the line!
"Can't we talk about this at home?"
"Maybe you would rather go to Wisconcin," she blurted out angrily.
And, you thought that Jerry Springer was titillating.
Good on you, Ryan!
Can a reality show be in the offing?
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