Joey Greco - The Man, The Myth, The Legend

Not very often, perhaps only once in a lifetime, does a show as sad and pathetic as Cheaters come along. So consider how lucky we are to be able to view it not only in syndication, but also now on G4's latenight programming. At the center of this cess pool of humanity is its host the truly disspassionate Joey Greco. His job is as sad as it comes, announcing to the suspicious signifigant other (or redneck/inbreeder/illiterate/ghetto trash/retard) that their partner (skank/hoochie/hoodrat/crack-a-lack/baby daddy) has been unfaithful (slippin/hittin some skins/chasing strange/two-timing). At this point hillarity ensues, or something like that. Actually, he now talks the suspicious party (LOSER) into a conforntation with the cheating party. In carrying that out Joey has been stabbed:









shot by a paintball gun:

Molested by hillbillies:

Tasered by a swat team:

Tortured in an Iraqi Prison camp by American soldiers:

Probed by aliens from outer space:

Bitten by a kid with down syndrome:

And barely escaped a pack of wild African dogs:

As well as the deadly South American El Chupacabra:

So here's to you Joey, you renaissance man of action. Clad in black leather jacket, black turtleneck shirt, and a kevlar vest underneath. Most of us can truly say we'd rather urinate razor blades than have your job. As for the rest, they'll be tuned into Cheaters tonight.

Oh yeah, one more thing. How come everybody was so scared of this Avian (Bird) Flu thing, and so worried about Killer Bees? After watching the Saturday afternoon Sci-fi Channel marathon (consisting of Chupacabra Terror, El Chupacabra, Legend of the Chupacabra, Guns of El Chupacabra, Adventures Beyond: Chupacabra, and last but not least Night of the Chupacabra) I'd think America would focus on the real problem coming from South America....

But what fun would that be.