Topic: WC - Daily Practice
Sunday 8:11pm 7Jan07
We've got one more episode left. Can I just say that I hope things work out with Flavor Flav and his pick because if there's a Flavor of Love 3 I may have to fling myself out a window. Especially if he brings New York back for a third time. Because you know she's just stupid enough to come back and fuck him one more time and be sent off to the land of humiliation with her mother ridiculing her the whole time.
This episode belonged to New York's mother, "Miss Michelle." Boy oh boy, it ain't right to have a mother like her. The best part is that she is right about not wanting her daughter with Flav because he's Flav and he has six children ( can we all sing the baby mama song?) Oh yeah they haven't written the song yet! Why hasn't anybody? I'll have to talk to my cousin who has his fair share of baby mama's hisself.
Miss Michelle (as Flav called her which in the black community is a huge sign of respect) walked in the house and started from the moment she got in there, pushing skinny Flav around causing New York to do her melodramatic fake crying. And it went down hill from there.
Never in my life have I watched someone confess that they had a limited time to live because they had a condition (a rare condition, so rare that it hasn't been named) and laughed with my head back and my mouth wide open. That's just not right.
And when Miss Michelle acquiesced to hugging Flav and her weave got caught on Flav's crown and she cried, "Kill me now, kill me now!"
It's not even right to have so many laughs in one hour. Can laughing really be this good for me?
I'm long since past my shame of admitting that I watch Flavor of Love. It makes me laugh way too much to feel shame or it makes me laugh past my shame.
I have to give my props to Flavor Flav though for tolerating Miss Michelle and never losing it on her when he could so easily have done so. I have to give him props for not eating for two hours when his ass was hungry. Maybe he was drunk by the thought of his life being forever like that if he chooses New York, hungry eating cold food cuz she's still upstairs combing her thin ass weave and smoking ten cigarettes.
Girlfriend, either cut off that shit you bought or get a better weave. When it's got the consistency of a mullet, it gots to go!
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