I’d like to thank the producers of VH1′s horrendous trainwreck of a television show, Flavor Of Love. For without their valiant efforts to reach deeeeeep down into the lowest-common-denominator stinking dregs of humanity’s collective soul, none of us would’ve ever known the rapturous perturbation of moments like these:
And for those of you who were fortunate unfortunate enough to miss this season of the show, here’s the cliff notes version: imagine this single video clip extended into about 12 hours worth of televised programming. NOT. JOKING.
How do people like this get made? And how can we, umm, stop that?
