The tired, tired Knickers Snickers keep at it with their boring "fashion" shows that involve idiot whores wearing "wings" and parading around in un-sexy spangles.
With every crappy mall in the world having a Victoria's Secret store, all these jerks are doing is turning men queer. When every dopey bitch is wearing skivvies with VICTORIA'S SECRET on the waist band, when every guy is expected to give gifts of cheaply made but expensive "lingerie," it's all just a libido killer.
Take a look at this self-important twat, "Ariana Grande," the little monkey-du-jour. She's doing the standard bullshit, spreading her legs, letting us imagine what her shaved cunt my look like.
And look at the faggots on either side, grabbing their crotches (to prevent their cocks from throwing up). They really don't want to be looking in her direction. Or smelling her, either.
Who cares about faggots doing aerobics, desperate crotch grabbing, or some little tart airing out her twat? BORING.
Whatever happened to actual dancing? Why does this shit always look like something choreographed based on a tedious workout at the local gym?
This is why there always has to be an added "wardrobe malfunction" or some other publicity trick.
This goes back to when Timberlake "accidentally" (on purpose) pulled the pasty off brown cow Janet Jackson, which was the only time anyone wanted to see one of her grotesque udders.
Now? Well, THIS is sort of amusing.
It's termite twat Ariana cringing like the little douchebag she is, while a full-sized woman pranced forward.
Later on, Little Miss Slit had to go on Twitter to enthuse how totally awesome it was that she got tapped by a real Victoria Secret "angel wing." Wow. And was that on your bucket list, little turd?
While Viley Virus takes a few days off to butter her yeast infection, we have to suffer with THIS impish little pimple.
What's next, little ladies? Changing your tampons in public?
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