Catfish Season Three is now upon us. Yeah yeah yeah. I have a lot to say about it. But this is just a quick comment for starters. An appetiser, if you will.
Tonight saw Nev and Max investigate yet another “rapper”, who was in an online relationship with an “instafamous” girl from Dallas. Sh** got real.
As we all know, “rapper” sends alarm bells ringing as Nev and Max have been stung by their type before. Chances are, dude ain’t a big time music success story.
But you won’t get any spoilers here. Promise.
I did, however, just want to pick up on a comment that Max makes. “Always rappers. It’s never a ukulele player.”
Oh Max! And you were my favourite!
In my case it was a fricking ukulele-playing-wannabe-hipster-lying-assholey kinda musician.
And, no, he didn’t pretend to be someone else. He just pretended to be in love with me. He used to sing me love songs while playing that f***ing ukulele.
When he went to work in New York last summer I actually bought myself a ukulele and downloaded a bunch of apps to learn to play. I was going to surprise him. I know. I’m cringing too.
But, of course, he had a bigger surprise for me. The pizza of doom.
I’d smash that ukulele over his f***ing head. Hard.
So, Max, yes – just sometimes – they are ukulele players.
Pizza of Doom 
Goddamn you write the best stuff!! I race through it like there’s a fire I have to get to and before I know it it’s already over:( I enjoyed the part about smashing the ukulele over his has because after all…who doesn’t love the thought of that?
Ah, thanks, buddy.