We had this discussion in the pub after the programme had been on.
Whilst it was agreed that it was a complete mystery how this bunch of numb fuckers hadn’t been wiped off the face of the earth by a bunch of insanely angry squaddies who got a bit arsed off at their carrying on at a mates funeral it was pointed out that one of the birds on the show was quite shaggable in a hick/redneck/you sure got a purdy mouth kind of way.
Anyway, luckily I was there to set the record straight by pointing out that no matter how tidy she was her world view almost certainly meant that she wouldn’t take it up the shitter. At which point we all agreed that the frigid twat should be shot with the rest of her mental family and bollocks to the lot of ’em.
So the moral is that by sitting down and discussing these emotive issues you can reach an accord.