There's a show called Psych on TV and you've never seen it, but today's the day you're going to begin hating it.
"What's it about?" you ask.
Psychic cops maybe? Or cops hunting psychics and rounding them up because they can't be trusted? People just messing around with each other who then shout "Psych!" Maybe?
"What do I get if I hate it?" you ask.
One million dollars.
"Really?!" you ask.
Psych!
"Holy crap. I hate you right now," you say.
No, you hate the show "Psych."
"No I don't," you say. "I hate you. I hope you lose a family member today. One of the ones you like seeing over the holidays."
Don't say that.
"Just did," you say.
Look, this was supposed to be about the show "Psych."
"You made it about you by being the worst entity in existence. Get set on fire," you say.
So are you going to watch the show "Psych" just to spite me?
"Every episode. I'm going to rent the DVDs to catch up on the plotlines. Just to make you feel like you failed at something."
What if I told you I'm on the marketing team for the show "Psych?"
"Oh shit are you serious?"
Psych?
"I have no idea whether to watch Psych or not now," you say. "My life has come to a halt."
Because of the show "Psych." Told you it was worth hating.
(You don't say anything because you have lost your will.)
Happy Hate The Show "Psych" Day!
