*knock knock knock*
The writers sat at the desk, drowning their sorrows in Absolut Vodka mixed with Coca-Cola. The "Cola" was almost clear, so the mixer wasn't all that heavy.
*knock knock knock*
"I haven't even slept yet, and I have a hangover that is so bad that my headache sounds like it's coming from the door." The writer looked as miserable as possible.
"Dude, I think it IS the door."
At just that moment, a sheepish looking Trixie entered the room.
"Um, guys", Trixie said while twirling a lock of hair, "there was this um... mix up in the Neilsens. We confused your ratings with the ratings for 'Politically Incorrect'. Um, sorry. You're like, back on the air."
The writers sat at the desk, drowning their sorrows in Absolut Vodka mixed with Coca-Cola. The "Cola" was almost clear, so the mixer wasn't all that heavy.
*knock knock knock*
"I haven't even slept yet, and I have a hangover that is so bad that my headache sounds like it's coming from the door." The writer looked as miserable as possible.
"Dude, I think it IS the door."
At just that moment, a sheepish looking Trixie entered the room.
"Um, guys", Trixie said while twirling a lock of hair, "there was this um... mix up in the Neilsens. We confused your ratings with the ratings for 'Politically Incorrect'. Um, sorry. You're like, back on the air."