Why I love Big Brother (but not as much as I love my big brother)

I know no one else in the world (besides Karen!) understands the beauty of Big Brother. There's something about a bunch of neurotic/psychotic people stuck in a house together with no contact with the outside world, and it's fun to watch them become even more neurotic/psychotic as the days pass. Here's a recent monologue of Big Gay Josh, who lost his sanity somewhere around the last week of February, I think. And he's not even the most delusional person in the house! I love it, I love it.