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Does anyone think Cyrus Broacha is one of the most annoying people on the planet?

I do. He was just about tolebearable on MTV, but I can't bear him even an iota on CNN-IBN. He goes out of his way to irritate the hell out of you and it's not even funny.

But I'd have to say, he's the lesser evil compared to Sajid Khan. He makes me want to rip my arm off just so that I'd have something to throw at him.

Who annoys you?


June said…
Him, and that other fat guy who is often with him. MTV should retire their old VJ's.
Anonymous said…
Been such a long time since I saw either of these in action :) I'll just take your word for it!
Mynie said…
Rowan Atkinson as Mr Bean annoys me most. I hate the guy, I hate the character, I hate everything about Bean.
Gentle Whispers said…
@ June: He's not on MTV anymore. He's on CNN-IBN. Spoofing the news.

@ Homecooked: You'd better!

@ Mynie: Well, I can't take too much of Mr Bean. He's fine for a little while. I thought he was brilliant in Johnny English.
Ersa said…
don't know about Broacha, but Sajid annoys me...a lot....
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Ersa: Yes, Cyrus certainly is the lesser of the two evils.
him, mr bean and some of those laughter challenge winners..cannot stand them

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