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2010-07-27 01:01:35 PM
Oh, shut up, Bob. The last eight to 10 years of your hosting on TPIR were boring as hell - the same four cars every day because you refused to allow foreign models, the barf-inducing color scheme on the stage, and a prize slate that failed to take into account that 90% of the contestants are college students and not homemakers like back in the 70s (seriously, what college student wants to win a "lovely dining room group"?).

Drew has grown into the show nicely (he got over that smug look of "wow this is the stupidest thing ever" he wore for the first year), and yes, he does do things differently, but then he's not YOU, Bob. The show with Drew has a fresh excitement to it that it was lacking for a long, long time.
 
2010-07-27 01:12:29 PM
Bob has lived 200 times the life most of us ever will.
 
2010-07-27 01:14:48 PM
He eats little pieces of shiat like you for breakfast.
 
2010-07-27 01:15:26 PM
Why does anyone care what this old man with a colostomy bag says? He isn't dead yet?
 
2010-07-27 01:15:41 PM
The Price is Wrong, biatch!
 
2010-07-27 01:16:01 PM
rodeofrog: Bob has lived 200 times the life most of us ever will.

If sexually harassing showcase girls is wrong then I don't want to be right.
 
2010-07-27 01:16:38 PM
I can't wait to get old so I can get start getting drunk as soon as I wake up and be a complete ass to everybody.

I mean, I could do that now, but I kind of like having friends and a functioning liver.
 
2010-07-27 01:17:23 PM
It's pretty impressive that the 24-hour news cycle is able to scrape up controversy surrounding a 40 year-old game show. Truly, this is a golden age of nothingness.
 
2010-07-27 01:18:39 PM
The Martian Manhandler: He eats little pieces of shiat like you for breakfast.

He eats shiat for breakfast?
 
2010-07-27 01:18:45 PM
The Martian Manhandler: He eats little pieces of shiat like you for breakfast.

He eats shiat for breakfast?
 
2010-07-27 01:19:52 PM
Rapmaster2000: It's pretty impressive that the 24-hour news cycle is able to scrape up controversy surrounding a 40 year-old game show. Truly, this is a golden age of nothingness.

No there was plenty of controversy about him and "Barker's beauties." It just all flushed out while he on the show and no one really cared because well they were whores. That's what you do with them.
 
2010-07-27 01:24:02 PM
I don't know why people like him - he seemed like the biggest a-hole ever, and that's going back to the 70's.

Him trying to be sweet or cordial to the contestants was the most forced effort imaginable. But people are/were too stupid to see this.
 
2010-07-27 01:24:27 PM
TPIR ... exciting???? oxymoron
 
2010-07-27 01:26:09 PM
Psumek: Rapmaster2000: It's pretty impressive that the 24-hour news cycle is able to scrape up controversy surrounding a 40 year-old game show. Truly, this is a golden age of nothingness.

No there was plenty of controversy about him and "Barker's beauties." It just all flushed out while he on the show and no one really cared because well they were whores. That's what you do with them.


Drew has them wearing more 2-pieces now, which is a step up.

z.about.com
 
2010-07-27 01:26:27 PM
Tissot: I don't know why people like him - he seemed like the biggest a-hole ever, and that's going back to the 70's.

Him trying to be sweet or cordial to the contestants was the most forced effort imaginable. But people are/were too stupid to see this.


THIS.

He's about as exciting as a testicular lump.
 
2010-07-27 01:26:40 PM
Psumek: Rapmaster2000: It's pretty impressive that the 24-hour news cycle is able to scrape up controversy surrounding a 40 year-old game show. Truly, this is a golden age of nothingness.

No there was plenty of controversy about him and "Barker's beauties." It just all flushed out while he on the show and no one really cared because well they were whores. That's what you do with them.


to be fair, they're only whores cuz nobody has found them dead and in the trunk of a car.

then, they'd graduate to hookers.
 
2010-07-27 01:27:41 PM
Scottybobotty: Tissot: I don't know why people like him - he seemed like the biggest a-hole ever, and that's going back to the 70's.

Him trying to be sweet or cordial to the contestants was the most forced effort imaginable. But people are/were too stupid to see this.

THIS.

He's about as exciting as a testicular lump.


I just watched that video from the article - he was a real creepster. I don't know how he got away with it for so long.
 
2010-07-27 01:28:48 PM
WTF watches The Price is Right? If you're home sick there's Charmed (kind of cheesy but the girls, especially Rose McGowan are yummy), Supernatural (The X-Files but with two dudes instead of one dude and a hot chick) and Las Vegas (James Caan beating the shiat out of card counters).

We have cable now. You're not relegated to watching a 200 pound woman in stretch pants bidding on an 1,000 toaster oven.
 
2010-07-27 01:29:09 PM
Tissot: Scottybobotty: Tissot: I don't know why people like him - he seemed like the biggest a-hole ever, and that's going back to the 70's.

Him trying to be sweet or cordial to the contestants was the most forced effort imaginable. But people are/were too stupid to see this.

THIS.

He's about as exciting as a testicular lump.

I just watched that video from the article - he was a real creepster. I don't know how he got away with it for so long.


He turned on your grandma. That's how.
 
2010-07-27 01:31:36 PM
Scottybobotty: He's about as exciting as a testicular lump

Actually, that sounds pretty exciting, as in "OH MY FARKING GOD I'M GOING TO farkING DIE!!!!" exciting.

In fact, excuse me, I have to run and check something.
 
2010-07-27 01:32:12 PM
I always heard from people that had worked on that lot that the reason Barker "retired" was that he was showing signs of dementia and getting kind of mean because of that.
/Probably wouldn't be pleasant either if I was losing my mind.
 
2010-07-27 01:35:10 PM
Mattevil: I always heard from people that had worked on that lot that the reason Barker "retired" was that he was showing signs of dementia and getting kind of mean because of that.
/Probably wouldn't be pleasant either if I was losing my mind.


Yeah I heard the same thing. I honestly think he was on the show for about 10 years to long.
 
2010-07-27 01:35:25 PM
Mugato: WTF watches The Price is Right? If you're home sick there's Charmed (kind of cheesy but the girls, especially Rose McGowan are yummy), Supernatural (The X-Files but with two dudes instead of one dude and a hot chick) and Las Vegas (James Caan beating the shiat out of card counters).

We have cable now. You're not relegated to watching a 200 pound woman in stretch pants bidding on an 1,000 toaster oven.


I am so glad I am not the only dude on this planet who watches charmed...for the hot chicks of course!
 
2010-07-27 01:36:05 PM
It's funny about Bob's reputation because Drew has quite the reputation as a whore monger himself.

/Carey that is, not our benevolent host
 
2010-07-27 01:43:30 PM
Mattevil: I always heard from people that had worked on that lot that the reason Barker "retired" was that he was showing signs of dementia and getting kind of mean because of that.
/Probably wouldn't be pleasant either if I was losing my mind.


Folks with dementia tend to go nasty like flipping a switch; think O'Reilly and his "We'll do it live!" outburst, only over discovering they didn't put yellow mustard on the sandwich but instead gave a couple packets. For some reason it seems to be common in the afternoon (the phenomena is often called "sundowning;" when the sun goes down the asshole comes out). They get intensely nasty and hurtful and don't seem to recall what they have done or said when they calm down.
 
2010-07-27 01:44:09 PM
It's kind of a shame that Richard Dawson never hosted "The Price is Right".
 
2010-07-27 01:44:29 PM
i.huffpost.com
 
2010-07-27 01:44:52 PM
Bob's responses weren't that bad...but to Drew's credit...DC pulls more pron star ass than the annual AVN convention and all Bob got were lawsuits.
 
2010-07-27 01:50:49 PM
Cheese balls are one of my all-time favorite foods. I always seem to meet the most interesting people when I'm around them, too. In fact, cheese balls bring to mind the time I met Bob Barker, star of the most popular morning game show. He's an emcee, a host, and a celebrity all rolled into one. Anyway, eight months ago -- it was Tuesday the 17th, I believe -- or it might have been the 18th ... no, no, it was definitely the 17th, because it was precisely one week after my aunt Lucretia's birthday, which is the 10th. Aunt Lucretia's quite a woman. Loves to cook. She prepares a fabulous war shu a. That's a Chinese duck dish. I love Chinese food. I once went to a party where they served Chinese food and cheese balls. Now that was a Catch-22 situation. Catch-22 was a movie, you know. It was long, very long. They say the book was better, but it was a novel and I never finish reading those things. Of course, a lot of people don't read much nowadays. They watch television. I caught a program on PBS last night. A very good show on chimpanzees in the media. They had a clip of J. Fred Muggs, the chimp from the TODAY show. But it was Fred's chimpanzee girlfriend that had me stumped. I couldn't remember her name, so I looked it up. Her name was Phoebe B. Beebe. Anyway, as I was saying, eight months ago, Tuesday the 17th, I went downtown on a nice, relaxing stroll. I love to relax. In fact, relaxing is a pastime of mine. Some people play golf. Others like tennis, horseshoes, bridge, canasta, and other such fancy hobbies. Now, another hobby enjoyed by many is knitting. My grandmother was a great knitter. Knitted this sweater I'm wearing. It's red, which is not my favorite color. I prefer mauve or mustard yellow. Now, don't get me wrong: red is okay for ties and suspenders, but with sweaters I prefer more neutral colors. But when I'm relaxing, I don't care what I wear: long pants, Bermuda shorts, T-shirts, or formal attire. You name it, anything goes. Now, on the 17th, during my relaxing stroll, I recall wearing my herringbone jacket, my Laughlin, Nevada, souvenir tie, and my charcoal gray slacks. Or was it the navy slacks? Oh, I suppose it doesn't really matter. What matters is comfort. You know, I love comfort. It goes along with that pastime of mine, relaxing. Now, for me, there is nothing more relaxing than a nice leisurely stroll, like the one I took eight months ago on the 17th. It was a bright, sunny day, which of course is the optimum condition for relaxed strolling. And as I walked along, I found myself humming a haunting melody. I kept humming and humming and humming and humming. I couldn't get the tune out of my head. I racked my brains to come up with the title, but to no avail. You see, I'm not terribly musical. And yet, I'd always wanted to play an instrument and be like my musical hero, Leo Sayer. But who can compete with Leo? I think I was just scared that I'd fail. Well, I decided right then and there to go buy a musical instrument. So on the particular Tuesday the 17th to which I was referring, I went down to the Sixth Street Music Emporium to buy a new tambourine, a terribly soothing instrument, contrary to popular opinion. And as I was strolling along, I detected a wonderful scent in the morning air. "What could it be?" I asked myself. So I went toward that marvelous scent, distracted by its aroma from my musical mission. The odor was a mix of orchid flowers and bologna, which of course is one of the world's most under-appreciated luncheon meats. That and pimento loaf. I love a good pimento loaf and mayo sandwich -- the more pimentos, the better. Why, just the mention of pimentos makes my taste buds stand up and say, "Howdy." Now there's an interesting word: "Howdy." Is it from "How are you" or maybe "How you doing"? "Howdy"'s one of those strange words that really has no origin. I like saying "How do" more than "Howdy" -- more formal, I think. Not too flowery. But the flowery aroma of that particular morning carried me on my fragrant quest. Now, the smell was actually less bologna and more orchid -- the beautiful flower found on the island state of Hawaii. Of course, I wasn't in Hawaii, so I needed to search out the location of the nearest orchid. So, I visited every florist shop in town. Well, to make a long story short, not a single flower shop in town had any orchids in stock, which seemed mighty curious to me. Now, as we all know, curiosity killed the cat, but since I'm not a feline, I wasn't too worried. Felines are funny creatures, don't you think? I had a cat once. It used its claws to tear my living room couch to shreds. It was a comfy couch, too. Had a sleep-away bed in it with a foam rubber mattress. Now, I bought the couch and the mattress at Levine's Department Store on Third Avenue, the very same afternoon of that relaxing stroll aforementioned. I also bought myself a lovely tambourine on that same shopping expedition. Anyway, I didn't want to pay extra for the delivery of the couch, so I decided to carry the couch home myself. It was quite cumbersome. And getting it through the store's revolving doors was a bit of a challenge. And just as I emerged onto the street, by accident I bumped into a well-dressed man with an orchid in his lapel. It was Bob Barker, and he was eating a bologna and cheese balls sandwich. Well, it's been nice chatting with you.
 
2010-07-27 01:51:18 PM
Dogfacedgod: I am so glad I am not the only dude on this planet who watches charmed...for the hot chicks of course!

I'll come out and admit that I actually like some of the stories themselves as well. Hey, the show is more fun than all those boring procedural cop shows. Except for NCIS, for Abby.
 
2010-07-27 02:03:17 PM
Eirik: Cheese balls are one of my all-time favorite foods. I always seem to meet the most interesting people when I'm around them, too. In fact, cheese balls bring to mind the time I met Bob Barker, star of the most popular morning game show. He's an emcee, a host, and a celebrity all rolled into one. Anyway, eight months ago -- it was Tuesday the 17th, I believe -- or it might have been the 18th ... no, no, it was definitely the 17th, because it was precisely one week after my aunt Lucretia's birthday, which is the 10th. Aunt Lucretia's quite a woman. Loves to cook. She prepares a fabulous war shu a. That's a Chinese duck dish. I love Chinese food. I once went to a party where they served Chinese food and cheese balls. Now that was a Catch-22 situation. Catch-22 was a movie, you know. It was long, very long. They say the book was better, but it was a novel and I never finish reading those things. Of course, a lot of people don't read much nowadays. They watch television. I caught a program on PBS last night. A very good show on chimpanzees in the media. They had a clip of J. Fred Muggs, the chimp from the TODAY show. But it was Fred's chimpanzee girlfriend that had me stumped. I couldn't remember her name, so I looked it up. Her name was Phoebe B. Beebe. Anyway, as I was saying, eight months ago, Tuesday the 17th, I went downtown on a nice, relaxing stroll. I love to relax. In fact, relaxing is a pastime of mine. Some people play golf. Others like tennis, horseshoes, bridge, canasta, and other such fancy hobbies. Now, another hobby enjoyed by many is knitting. My grandmother was a great knitter. Knitted this sweater I'm wearing. It's red, which is not my favorite color. I prefer mauve or mustard yellow. Now, don't get me wrong: red is okay for ties and suspenders, but with sweaters I prefer more neutral colors. But when I'm relaxing, I don't care what I wear: long pants, Bermuda shorts, T-shirts, or formal attire. You name it, anything goes. Now, on the 17th, during my relaxing stroll, I recall wearing my herringbone jacket, my Laughlin, Nevada, souvenir tie, and my charcoal gray slacks. Or was it the navy slacks? Oh, I suppose it doesn't really matter. What matters is comfort. You know, I love comfort. It goes along with that pastime of mine, relaxing. Now, for me, there is nothing more relaxing than a nice leisurely stroll, like the one I took eight months ago on the 17th. It was a bright, sunny day, which of course is the optimum condition for relaxed strolling. And as I walked along, I found myself humming a haunting melody. I kept humming and humming and humming and humming. I couldn't get the tune out of my head. I racked my brains to come up with the title, but to no avail. You see, I'm not terribly musical. And yet, I'd always wanted to play an instrument and be like my musical hero, Leo Sayer. But who can compete with Leo? I think I was just scared that I'd fail. Well, I decided right then and there to go buy a musical instrument. So on the particular Tuesday the 17th to which I was referring, I went down to the Sixth Street Music Emporium to buy a new tambourine, a terribly soothing instrument, contrary to popular opinion. And as I was strolling along, I detected a wonderful scent in the morning air. "What could it be?" I asked myself. So I went toward that marvelous scent, distracted by its aroma from my musical mission. The odor was a mix of orchid flowers and bologna, which of course is one of the world's most under-appreciated luncheon meats. That and pimento loaf. I love a good pimento loaf and mayo sandwich -- the more pimentos, the better. Why, just the mention of pimentos makes my taste buds stand up and say, "Howdy." Now there's an interesting word: "Howdy." Is it from "How are you" or maybe "How you doing"? "Howdy"'s one of those strange words that really has no origin. I like saying "How do" more than "Howdy" -- more formal, I think. Not too flowery. But the flowery aroma of that particular morning carried me on my fragrant quest. Now, the smell was actually less bologna and more orchid -- the beautiful fl ...

+1 if someone tl;dr's that for me.
 
2010-07-27 02:23:26 PM
The_Sponge: It's kind of a shame that Richard Dawson never hosted "The Price is Right".

Fark that, I would've wanted to see Gene Rayburn host TPIR. That could've been awesome.
 
2010-07-27 02:38:51 PM
...NYPost is Breitbart in print form. If they report it, I'm disinclined to believe it.
 
2010-07-27 02:47:48 PM
TheReverendLei: Eirik: Cheese balls are one of my all-time favorite foods. I always seem to meet the most interesting people when I'm around them, too. In fact, cheese balls bring to mind the time I met Bob Barker, star of the most popular morning game show. He's an emcee, a host, and a celebrity all rolled into one. Anyway, eight months ago -- it was Tuesday the 17th, I believe -- or it might have been the 18th ... no, no, it was definitely the 17th, because it was precisely one week after my aunt Lucretia's birthday, which is the 10th. Aunt Lucretia's quite a woman. Loves to cook. She prepares a fabulous war shu a. That's a Chinese duck dish. I love Chinese food. I once went to a party where they served Chinese food and cheese balls. Now that was a Catch-22 situation. Catch-22 was a movie, you know. It was long, very long. They say the book was better, but it was a novel and I never finish reading those things. Of course, a lot of people don't read much nowadays. They watch television. I caught a program on PBS last night. A very good show on chimpanzees in the media. They had a clip of J. Fred Muggs, the chimp from the TODAY show. But it was Fred's chimpanzee girlfriend that had me stumped. I couldn't remember her name, so I looked it up. Her name was Phoebe B. Beebe. Anyway, as I was saying, eight months ago, Tuesday the 17th, I went downtown on a nice, relaxing stroll. I love to relax. In fact, relaxing is a pastime of mine. Some people play golf. Others like tennis, horseshoes, bridge, canasta, and other such fancy hobbies. Now, another hobby enjoyed by many is knitting. My grandmother was a great knitter. Knitted this sweater I'm wearing. It's red, which is not my favorite color. I prefer mauve or mustard yellow. Now, don't get me wrong: red is okay for ties and suspenders, but with sweaters I prefer more neutral colors. But when I'm relaxing, I don't care what I wear: long pants, Bermuda shorts, T-shirts, or formal attire. You name it, anything goes. Now, on the 17th, during my relaxing stroll, I recall wearing my herringbone jacket, my Laughlin, Nevada, souvenir tie, and my charcoal gray slacks. Or was it the navy slacks? Oh, I suppose it doesn't really matter. What matters is comfort. You know, I love comfort. It goes along with that pastime of mine, relaxing. Now, for me, there is nothing more relaxing than a nice leisurely stroll, like the one I took eight months ago on the 17th. It was a bright, sunny day, which of course is the optimum condition for relaxed strolling. And as I walked along, I found myself humming a haunting melody. I kept humming and humming and humming and humming. I couldn't get the tune out of my head. I racked my brains to come up with the title, but to no avail. You see, I'm not terribly musical. And yet, I'd always wanted to play an instrument and be like my musical hero, Leo Sayer. But who can compete with Leo? I think I was just scared that I'd fail. Well, I decided right then and there to go buy a musical instrument. So on the particular Tuesday the 17th to which I was referring, I went down to the Sixth Street Music Emporium to buy a new tambourine, a terribly soothing instrument, contrary to popular opinion. And as I was strolling along, I detected a wonderful scent in the morning air. "What could it be?" I asked myself. So I went toward that marvelous scent, distracted by its aroma from my musical mission. The odor was a mix of orchid flowers and bologna, which of course is one of the world's most under-appreciated luncheon meats. That and pimento loaf. I love a good pimento loaf and mayo sandwich -- the more pimentos, the better. Why, just the mention of pimentos makes my taste buds stand up and say, "Howdy." Now there's an interesting word: "Howdy." Is it from "How are you" or maybe "How you doing"? "Howdy"'s one of those strange words that really has no origin. I like saying "How do" more than "Howdy" -- more formal, I think. Not too flowery. But the flowery aroma of that particular morning carried me on my fragrant quest. Now, the smell was actually less bologna and more orchid -- the beaut ...

It won't be from meEirik: Cheese balls are one of my all-time favorite foods. I always seem to meet the most interesting people when I'm around them, too. In fact, cheese balls bring to mind the time I met Bob Barker, star of the most popular morning game show. He's an emcee, a host, and a celebrity all rolled into one. Anyway, eight months ago -- it was Tuesday the 17th, I believe -- or it might have been the 18th ... no, no, it was definitely the 17th, because it was precisely one week after my aunt Lucretia's birthday, which is the 10th. Aunt Lucretia's quite a woman. Loves to cook. She prepares a fabulous war shu a. That's a Chinese duck dish. I love Chinese food. I once went to a party where they served Chinese food and cheese balls. Now that was a Catch-22 situation. Catch-22 was a movie, you know. It was long, very long. They say the book was better, but it was a novel and I never finish reading those things. Of course, a lot of people don't read much nowadays. They watch television. I caught a program on PBS last night. A very good show on chimpanzees in the media. They had a clip of J. Fred Muggs, the chimp from the TODAY show. But it was Fred's chimpanzee girlfriend that had me stumped. I couldn't remember her name, so I looked it up. Her name was Phoebe B. Beebe. Anyway, as I was saying, eight months ago, Tuesday the 17th, I went downtown on a nice, relaxing stroll. I love to relax. In fact, relaxing is a pastime of mine. Some people play golf. Others like tennis, horseshoes, bridge, canasta, and other such fancy hobbies. Now, another hobby enjoyed by many is knitting. My grandmother was a great knitter. Knitted this sweater I'm wearing. It's red, which is not my favorite color. I prefer mauve or mustard yellow. Now, don't get me wrong: red is okay for ties and suspenders, but with sweaters I prefer more neutral colors. But when I'm relaxing, I don't care what I wear: long pants, Bermuda shorts, T-shirts, or formal attire. You name it, anything goes. Now, on the 17th, during my relaxing stroll, I recall wearing my herringbone jacket, my Laughlin, Nevada, souvenir tie, and my charcoal gray slacks. Or was it the navy slacks? Oh, I suppose it doesn't really matter. What matters is comfort. You know, I love comfort. It goes along with that pastime of mine, relaxing. Now, for me, there is nothing more relaxing than a nice leisurely stroll, like the one I took eight months ago on the 17th. It was a bright, sunny day, which of course is the optimum condition for relaxed strolling. And as I walked along, I found myself humming a haunting melody. I kept humming and humming and humming and humming. I couldn't get the tune out of my head. I racked my brains to come up with the title, but to no avail. You see, I'm not terribly musical. And yet, I'd always wanted to play an instrument and be like my musical hero, Leo Sayer. But who can compete with Leo? I think I was just scared that I'd fail. Well, I decided right then and there to go buy a musical instrument. So on the particular Tuesday the 17th to which I was referring, I went down to the Sixth Street Music Emporium to buy a new tambourine, a terribly soothing instrument, contrary to popular opinion. And as I was strolling along, I detected a wonderful scent in the morning air. "What could it be?" I asked myself. So I went toward that marvelous scent, distracted by its aroma from my musical mission. The odor was a mix of orchid flowers and bologna, which of course is one of the world's most under-appreciated luncheon meats. That and pimento loaf. I love a good pimento loaf and mayo sandwich -- the more pimentos, the better. Why, just the mention of pimentos makes my taste buds stand up and say, "Howdy." Now there's an interesting word: "Howdy." Is it from "How are you" or maybe "How you doing"? "Howdy"'s one of those strange words that really has no origin. I like saying "How do" more than "Howdy" -- more formal, I think. Not too flowery. But the flowery aroma of that particular morning carried me on my fragrant quest. Now, the smell was actually less bologna and more orchid -- the beautiful fl ...

Reverend Otis: Likes This.
 
2010-07-27 02:55:29 PM
He also donated money to this dip shiat so they could buy a ship that is damn near worthless

maritimetexas.net
 
2010-07-27 03:01:16 PM
Reverend Otis..

Well played
 
2010-07-27 03:03:03 PM
My opinion of Bob dropped considerably after seeing Barker branded "soap", "toothpaste", "deodorant", etc (they were labeled as such but pretty much failed to perform in these capacities) during a short stay in city jail. Not so much because they sucked (it was jail, I didn't expect much from the place), rather that it seemed he wanted people to know he was the one responsible.

/Pretty lame story, bro.
 
2010-07-27 03:11:59 PM
FunkJunkie: My opinion of Bob dropped considerably after seeing Barker branded "soap", "toothpaste", "deodorant", etc (they were labeled as such but pretty much failed to perform in these capacities) during a short stay in city jail. Not so much because they sucked (it was jail, I didn't expect much from the place), rather that it seemed he wanted people to know he was the one responsible.

/Pretty lame story, bro.


nm, just decided to research the company and found out it is in fact not the same bob.

/gonna hold a grudge regardless
//Really lame story, bro.
 
2010-07-27 03:13:16 PM
FunkJunkie: My opinion of Bob dropped considerably after seeing Barker branded "soap", "toothpaste", "deodorant", etc (they were labeled as such but pretty much failed to perform in these capacities) during a short stay in city jail. Not so much because they sucked (it was jail, I didn't expect much from the place), rather that it seemed he wanted people to know he was the one responsible.

/Pretty lame story, bro.


Even lamer, because it's not the same Bob Barker.

/Yeah, yeah, that's the joke...
 
2010-07-27 03:37:58 PM
I remember him when he looked like this:

home.comcast.net

...and he was a jerk back then, too.
 
2010-07-27 05:11:14 PM
The Price Is Wrong, Bobby!
 
2010-07-27 05:45:48 PM
On top of Bob being cranky 90% of the time, the one thing that bugged me would be his giving a play-by-play of a contestant coming down "Here comes Vanessa...high-fiving her friends...down the aisle she comes, and now she is going to stand between Joe and LaShoquoya"

I don't watch Price as much these days, but that has nothing to do with Drew. I simply have too much going on, and have had class at 11:00 since I've been in college. Although it bugs me that they've gone to shorter games and you hardly see The Golden Road or Dice Game anymore.
 
2010-07-27 05:50:26 PM
I guess I don't understand spending millions of dollars to send clowns down to the southern ocean to shoot a potato gun at whalers, play footsie with a Japanese security ship, or play chicken with a boat apparently made out of cardboard.

Bring a couple hundred gallons of concentrated sewage water or something and hose the freaking ship down. Get a fire fighting helicopter and contaminate the deck of the whale processing ship. If it is covered in e-coli and smells like shiat, nobody will be able to eat the meat.
 
2010-07-27 07:28:30 PM
Bob Barker a "curmudgeonly ass," says the Post some blogger
 
2010-07-27 07:53:05 PM
AnnoyingKidNextDoor:
I don't watch Price as much these days, but that has nothing to do with Drew. I simply have too much going on, and have had class at 11:00 since I've been in college. Although it bugs me that they've gone to shorter games and you hardly see The Golden Road or Dice Game anymore.


Dice Game is played often enough.

Golden Road is one of those big, expensive as hell prizes games, so it doesn't get played too often. And that's understandable. I mean, Imagine if someone actually won the $100,000 Tesla roadster.

And, the Boobies on the thread summed it up. Bob was on auto-pilot for the last decade, slowly sliding further and further into being a cranky old man who didn't want to be there, and he let you know it. Now, the show is brighter in appearance thanks to the upgrades for HD, and has more energy and excitement with Drew Carey as host.

/already have Charmed on DVD, so I can watch that whenever.
 
2010-07-27 08:13:52 PM
that's right Bob, you were, uh, "exciting"...

yeah, that's the ticket.
 
2010-07-27 08:17:52 PM
President_Rexall: I can't wait to get old so I can get start getting drunk as soon as I wake up and be a complete ass to everybody.

I mean, I could do that now, but I kind of like having friends and a functioning liver.


Both are completely over-rated.
 
2010-07-27 11:12:14 PM
during the last few seasons, go and check out Bob when it was time to play 10 chances, you know the game where every player suddenly becomes a complete idiot and has no idea what a simple product costs and it takes them 5 tries to get the price of a watch right, he gets really impatient and pissed at the contestants, but in his defense, he's right because they are total morons
 
2010-07-28 01:36:06 AM
Eirik: It was Bob Barker, and he was eating a bologna and cheese balls sandwich. Well, it's been nice chatting with you.

...

It's too quiet. Wait, Eirik! Come back and tell us another story.

/Did you ever meet Don Knotts?
 
2010-07-28 02:23:08 AM
Tissot: Scottybobotty: Tissot: I don't know why people like him - he seemed like the biggest a-hole ever, and that's going back to the 70's.

Him trying to be sweet or cordial to the contestants was the most forced effort imaginable. But people are/were too stupid to see this.

THIS.

He's about as exciting as a testicular lump.

I just watched that video from the article - he was a real creepster. I don't know how he got away with it for so long.


Played out of context, you could even make a life-long black civil servant sound like a racist. Hell, if her superior's were stupid enough, you could even get her fired.

Bob was always a gentleman, his behavior perfectly appropriate for the time. Personally, I prefer Drew as host - he doesn't pretend; he actually gets excited and genuinely seems to enjoy the job.

How Drew's managed to keep his hands off of Amber, I'll never know...
 
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