I don’t know if that bodes well for his survival on the show, but it’s clear from Brown’s nearly unusable MySpace site (Flash! Audio! Video! Choatic formatting! Full-color booty shots! Ahhhhh!) that he has his supporters. Take it away, “Je$ta.”
“why u let that soft ass dude ran at u fam?..iiont give a fukk 100 thou or not i woulda rocked his ass and put ol' girls dildo in his mouf piece..feel me?..keep it 100!”
Yes. Well said, my friend. I think there was an Alexis de Tocqueville quote mixed up in there.
But, moving on. As Je$ta referenced, Brown was whipped in the face with what was, based on the radius of the digitized camouflage, a pretty fucking huge dildo. The dildo-wielder? Persia, another of the show’s burgeoning emcees who was levelheaded and maybe kinda talented when she was sober, but flew into a batshit crazy “I’m on a reality show and I’m gonna whip dildos in faces and stuff” rage when under the influence of a few Grey Gooses.
It was uproarious, stupid, and awesome, which is probably some sort of axiom for 2007 in general.
Other WRS contestants include a bunch of interchangeable skinny guys, a dude from Texas who looks like Bowling for Soup’s lead singer (BFS are also from Texas, which is weird), and Misfit, a British bird who spent most of the show fronting in cheezeball off-duty stripper gear and generally melting the butter of the aforementioned skinny interchangeables. Sample quote: “I want her; she knows I want her; and I know she knows I want her
When Misfit finally had a chance to rap during the elimination round, Serch correctly graded her lyrics and flow as spot-on, but her confidence as suspect.
Anyway, Serch seems genuinely interested in finding out whether any of these hopefuls can actually rap — his dismissal of rendered-mute Eminem devotee (and Toledo resident) Dasit was entertaining and genuine. But WRS is still primarily a reality show, from its editing to its look to its format, and that means that, by watching it, we’re the ones asking to be dildo-whipped. Its lead-in? I Love New York. Turn the other cheek, bitches!