You guys, seriously, don't watch this sh*t. It's the actual worst thing.
Tell me about it, Fancy Cat. TM name drops some annoying asses in this mess, like
Teen Mom Farrah and Michael Lohan. Why not mention Puck from
The Real World while you're at it? I mean, we're just mentioning random ass people, right?
But really, when will this Tan-Mom-trying-to-sing-grossness nightmare end? A kiosk-bought acrylic clip-in pony tail does not a terrible pop star make, Patricia. But I will say that homegirl is totally killing it with the brown lip liner and frosted white lipstick, 1998 style. (Spoiler alert: No, she's not.)
But, I do have a few (least) favorite moments in this sh*t cesspool. Around the 1:55 mark, she she's talking about how she's sober now and says, "Hell no to the no." Most prolific lyric of our generation? Then around 2:09, she drops the bomb on us THAT SHE HAS A SKIN CARE LINE.
But the best part comes at 2:15, where SHE'S WEARING A LACE THONG AND A SMILE. That poor Italian Greyhound probably has a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome and permanent ringing of the ears. The only bright spot in this student horror film is the chest hair dude's dance moves. That sh*t on point.
I know I won't, no matter how much bleach I pour into my ear holes.
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