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I can always gage my optimism meter by how easily I'll watch Springer, if I'm extremely positive, goal-directed, and working on something I can't watch it. If I'm depressed or pissed off and have lost sight of the prize or if it's transexuals fighting I'm glued. I'm embarassed to be watching if my son comes home a little early from school, because I'm always telling him how some of his Nickolodeon shows have no plot and here I am watching Springer. My favorite was when two people were fighting and a braided bob wig flew off one, Jerry picked it up and put it on his head, I thought I would cough up a lung!!
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