I have to confess that I spent more time than I should have watching Flavor of Love on VH1 last night. I should have been doing laundry or someting productive like that, but noooooooooooo, here I am fixated on a bunch of trashy people (I think "ladies" would be an exaggeration) fighting over a minature Jimmie "JJ" Walker who isn't even creative enough to have a rap name that isn't self-redundant. Flavor. Flav. Flavor Flav. Yeah.
As amusing (read: loud and obnoxious) as Flavor Flav is, I just couldn't help but to find myself gagging at how not-really-that-attractive he is. Yeah, yeah - beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that tripe, but there is nothing, even remotely, sexy about a man who has the nickname "Foofie Foofie." Especially not one who would happily put his mouth on strange flesh while blindfolded. The very thought of him being anywhere near me makes my shoulderblades twitch.
So, yeah, I'm sort of pissed that Hoopz "won" because she's cute and too damned young for him, but at the same time I couldn't help but hope that New York with all of her insane-in-the-mebraneness went down in flames. She was hysterical in the limo on the way out, though. She and Flav would probably be good together.
Posted by Tiffany at March 13, 2006 06:18 PM | TrackBackFlavor Flav actually looks more like a "California Raisin" than "JJ". Don't get me wrong, "JJ" isn't a looker either, but he DOES have one up on Flav! LOL
I too wanted Hoopz to win... but only for the sake of having NY loose. I shudder at the thought of poor Hoopz having to endure one second of anything remotely intimate with him.
Like who wants to come behind Flav and hook up with her now?
Posted by: Sheron at March 13, 2006 08:04 PM