SIL and I decided to frequent our favorite local pub on Saturday night and we were greated by signs on the door stating that they were filming a reality show that night and by us entering we were agreeing to be 'featured' on the show.
Featured? WTF? We entered any ways.
Somewhere around 930pm we started to figure it out. The black leather, silicone and body art work was in full swing, and cameras started rolling when Little-Miss-Orange-top-sans-double-sided-tape made her way to the dance floor.
Side note: For 50, she had the nicest rack I've ever seen.
Vancity Biker Chicks is actually a reality show being filmed. This kind of trash actually has fans and it hasn't even aired an episode yet. These women actually exist. I was, am, and will continually be floored that people actually pay money to watch this sh!t.
She likes to share because she showered my SIL in her musk. In the bathroom. For fun.
I am pretty sure we avoided the cameras, but you never really know. And despite wanting, with my whole entire being, never ever to watch an episode, I am going to be PVR'ing the pilot.
If only to make sure I am not in a background shot of course.