mtv's america's next best dance crew (abdc) is underway with another set of the same old dance crews from all over the country. what could be more exciting then this?
the unfortunate tragedy that is called lil mama... F MINUS!
it's almost like watching a baby walking around a well, you just don't know what's going to happen with that girl. you either show pity and wish you could help her or cover your eyes, but can not resist a good peek. not only does her eloquent use of the english language entertain me, which by the way i have dubbed "lil mama gramma", but her "frontin" meter is off the charts. she cried on the first taping of the season and i busted out in laughter because i thought she was trying to be ugly when commenting on a crew from her hometown (brooklyn, ny). the weeping and yowling was reminiscent of a dying giraffe and someone being "accidently" shot by dick cheney.
dear lil mama,
your lipgloss is not poppin, so please stop frontin. oh and please get a new stylist because you look like bow wow with a mop wig on.
sincerely,
vTs
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