I thought up a terrible sitcom idea. It’s about a woman who has found the perfect man. In every single way, he is perfect. There is only one problem. He doesn’t have a head.
Jean is a thirty two year old woman with a good life. And a good boyfriend. His name is Ted. Ted is the greatest guy in the world. But he doesn’t have a head. Jean has to find different ways ever week of pretending that he has a head when they see friends. She balances a bowling ball, a balloon, a rock, anything to make people think Ted has a head.
Nobody notices that his head is a different object every week. While Jean frets, they just say “Oh, Ted. You’ve lost weight. That’s a nice haircut. I really like your sunglasses, Ted.” Ted communicates by basic physical expression.
That is my idea. It is a fucking Monday. What the cunt do you expect of me?