When I first heard rumors that Farrah Abraham was going to be getting her own show on Comedy Central, I took to my bed. Actually, what I did first was throw all of my bedroom furniture out of my apartment windows. Then, I sat down on the cold floor and began to wail, my sobs only amplified by the resonant, naked space. Would I have to resort to leaking all of my sex tapes (of which there are none) in order to be offered a choice TV comedy writing gig?
Then, having taken laudanum, loosened my corsets, and settled myself (because in this scenario, it is the 19th century), I thought better of it. I retrieved my laptop from the street (luckily it landed on my mattress) and began researching these rumors. There's been a lot of talk about Farrah's future on television, and while she's done her fair share of guest appearances, the notion that she'd been given her own show didn't sound REMOTELY FEASIBLE.