Jeremy Kyle: I Proved You’re A Prostitute, Now Prove Your Child Is Mine

Was doing my weekly trash review; saw Jeremy Kyle in the second of a series: “I Proved You’re A Prostitute, Now Prove Your Child Is Mine.” The screaming couple consisted of a man, William, who had been incarcerated and is now living in another woman’s home. The mother was living out of a hotel, apparently with a female. The mother was turning tricks in order to feed her child.

Anyway, the mother, Ebony, had denied turning tricks while her child was present; the lie detector determined she was lying. The couple argued continuously through the show. William said since she had been turning tricks, he wanted a DNA test. Ebony was outraged, but continued saying William was the father.

The next day, they received the results. Now pay close attention.

Ebony’s already got her shoes off. The alleged father’s new girlfriend, Tiffany, came out. She strolls out on the stage; Ebony says “at least you could have upgraded.” Tiffany defiantly kisses her man and Ebony says “you nasty, he ate my [beep] and my butt.” Too funny; Ebony says this dude had been tossing her salad! Of course, Jeremy’s goons have to come up to keep the benches from clearing.

After more shouting, Jeremy does the DNA test results. William is the father. Ebony takes off. Eventually they become civil. I hate to say it but Ebony and William have a thing for each other. I also hate to say it but they are terrible parents.

I know that’s a bad case but the upcoming one was even worse. I don’t even remember the names of the people. The female claimed a man was the father of her child. She had gotten the man thrown into jail on a false charge, boned some other dude, got pregnant and claimed the first man was the father. She gets upset with Jeremy’s questions to her, she accuses him of taking sides, and runs off stage. Jeremy eventually got her settled down, but not for long. When the alleged father comes out on the stage, she runs over and throws a chair at him. The man says its not that unusual for their relationship. Not positive for the children, right?

Eventually Jeremy reveals the DNA test result: Dude, you are NOT the father! She runs off the stage wailing, as if she didn’t know the reusult and the man…whom she had thrown in jail on false charges, cheated on while he was in lockup, and had tried to pawn off her kid on him…runs up and hugs her! Are you serious? I can’t think of a more dedicated loser than this idiot. I’m glad I forgot his name; if I saw him out on the street, I’d go up to him just to laugh. Dude, your weakness made my weekend.

 

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I love sports. I don't love the hype, homerism, ratings talk, self-important egomaniacs, bias or any of the other nonsense you get with the national media. Nor will you get the two clowns on sports talk radio who stage phony arguments. It doesn't make it entertaining. It makes it time to turn on your iPod and jam instead of listening to white noise generators. This is the sports blog for you, the ones who don't like everything Los Angeles or New York. Just because the sporting media is based there doesn't mean we have to like their teams. We do treat them fairly, though. That means if one of those cities has an average QB who plays particularly well...we'll note it. If they're garbage, we'll say so. Instead of crying "why, why, why" like a certain sports media homer did in his radio broadcast. This isn't my job...I have a real one. Nevertheless, I'll post here when I make an observation. Common sense in sports is nearly dead. Now we're attempting to bring it back.
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