I finally tuned into the ratings hit of the summer (which is like best hurdler in the Special Olympics, but whatevs,) 'America Gots Talent'. It is, as you might imagine, horrible.
There's a contestant who is billed as "The One And Only Rappin' Granny." That's weird; I could have sworn
someone's done that before. And besides, wasn't that schtik tired when Two Live Jews did it? (Answer: fuckin' A!)
Anyway, it's pretty likely that Roxanne Shante has grandkids by now, which would, technically, qualify her as a rappin' granny.
So, KRS One is rolling over in his grave, and meanwhile a syrup company is missing its mascot.
The best part is that David Hasselhoff is one of the judges, which goes to show that cirosis of the liver doesn't kill fast enough. You know those assholes who, at any mention of him, will bust out with, "You know, he's popular in Germany!"
Har dee har har, fuckhead. Way to stop learning new jokes when Norm MacDonald was still hosting 'Weekend Update'. And you know
what else is popular with the Germans?
The extra best part is that Moesha is also a judge. How much esha? Mo' esha!*
Finally, this little kid sings a cover of a Janis Joplin song. You could really see her pour all of those (11) years of hard living into it. It was kind of hot, though. Maybe I'll have a three-way with her and Jon Benet Ramsey if she doesn't, you know, die of a herion overdose in the meantime.
*not my joke, but too awesome not to use.