The night, your night. Every night. Starts with a simple question.
Is it to be an evening on the sofa staring at strangers, a televised
spew of reality stars, fame hunters and Primadonnas, everyone plotting,
catch phrasing, confessing and unraveling, or do you want it to be more.
A time when judges and contestants are replaced by teen moms, trouble
makers and teen mates. No islands to be voted off. No board rooms to be
fired from. Where sunrise is the only elimination ceremony. Because in
the end the night deserves to be played not watched. And channel surfing
is not a sport.
Here’s to the after hours Athlete.
Puma Social - Droga 5
