Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Happy New Ho 2011

We are all out of our comas and have taken our hot asses back to work. Don't cry for me Angelina. I'm not kicking it with Zaharra but I drank an entire bottle of Barefoot Moscato Spumante to bring in the New Ho. I am ready for whatever this silly little hooker is ready to blow at me or my lovely nation.

Shit, what will happen to the U S of A this year. I'm ready to pull my protesting boots out of the closet and scream and plead about how Brandi lost to Bristol.
Yeah, I'm pissed about it. I never watched that shitty show either. I only saw clips of that whack shiz but I was captivated. I mean, forehead queen came out ready to dance. I give B props. I never thought she had it in her. Remember when she was all Moesha and shit and couldn't dance. I thought Brandi was sure to follow Whitney Houston's lead of a 'can't dance sista'. 

That's alright too. You know every sista can't dance just like every adult star doesn't take it up the butt...most of them do.

Yeah, so New Ho. She's here. I watched the ball drop from my digital converter basic local antenna tv type shit. My mom hasn't paid me my allowance in like twenty years. I can't get that new shit they have now'a days. You know cable. 

Well, Dick Clark still has his Rockin Eve bash. Oh, It's so not Rockin or a bash. Poor Dick needs some Viagra. He is limp so limp. The man can't speak. I swear I had to check with my man to see if he wasn't a puppet. He looked like old cat from the Muppet's. I'm sure he was asking the camera man 'where's Kermit'. Really, I'm sure he did. So many medications. Dick was so high!!!!! Ridin' the high. It's a wonder why  he was so limp being so high. Hmmm. I will wonder about this for all of 2011.

Anyway, Happy 2011 to all of you. I hope that it's worth it.

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