A giant redwood tree, when ground up, can produce enough sawdust to cover an entire day's worth of sick at Disney Land. However, not even several rainforests when ground up could produce enough sawdust to cover the immense volume of vomit induced by watching only a few seconds of these disturbed and hollow malformations of Satan's congealed, festering urinal.
Soap Operas. Even the name stinks. My parents being viewers of Coronation Street, I have seen certain clips of it (and others), and have come to a surprising conclusion: They really are good actors.
I mean they'd have to be, wouldn't they? Surely they can't be as moronic, stupid, cretinous, ignorant, whining, griping, fussing, moaning, foolish, simple-minded, half-witted, zombified, imbecilic, idiotic, asinine, insipid, vapid, flat, dull and lifeless in real life as well? Or perhaps they can.
It's the stinking, fetid and tedious plot lines that really condemn them to hell, though. Person X marries Person Y but goes out with Person Z, who has a baby with Person Oh I Don't Care...etc...etc...etc...
It's worse than Star Trek!
What can I say? Don't watch them, of course.