Since middle school, the Real World has provided us an outlet for the drunk wackjob that lay dormant in all our sub-conscious, until now.
Where's my stripper with aspirations of becoming an international singer/performer/actress? What ever happen to a good ol' gym rat with roid rage and a ferocious drinking problem? A gay who slaps women? How am I suppose to sleep without knowing there's 6 roommates somewhere in the world having nightly hot tub orgies in America's living room?
Get your shit together MTV.
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