So I received a phonecall last night from my Sis asking if I was watching the BET Celebration of Gospel show. I asked her why, because she knows of my disdain for BET. I only watch the channel to
kill my brain cells not so slowly write roast recaps of their shows . Well, apparently, there was one of interest that was on.
Sis: Umm… you’re missing out. Steve Harvey is crying.
Me: Wait, what???
Sis: Yes! They’re honoring Steve Harvey, and Donnie McClurkin is singing right now. Steve is in tears. He’s touched.
Me: YOU LAH BLACK GIRL! WHAT??? *changes channel* Ooooooooo!!! He’s doing the ugly cry! Ste’e (pronounced STEE) is sobbing. Donnie “I hate the Gays” McClurkin is bringing him to TEARS!
Sis: YES! Why haven’t you been watching this? You need to do a blog recap!
Me: Damb, damb DAMB! I ain’t know about it. *shakes fists*
Sis: You even missed Fantasia singing and kicking off her shoes. Hollering, catching the Holy Ghost.
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! That is foolery I should be blogging about.*WALL SLIDE*
Sis: Yup! You BETTER go find a recording online or something. I NEED a blog recap in the morning or else… *hangs up*
So here I am. Without blog recap of what was SURELY a show CHOCK full of foolery. *pouts* All I had time to tune in for was to see was Ste’e Harvey’s crushed velvet suit and ugly cry. And some other dude’s tacky white Qwa director suit. Y’all must not love me. How come no one told me this event was going on? NOT N’AN person! Y’all ain’t send me a wall comment on my Facebook page
or tweet me
to be on the lookout. Y’all ain’t EVEN right. Next time there is a show of epic foolery such as this on, I charge you folks to let me know. There’s so much ignificence in the world that I can’t keep track myself.
My sis is surely gon’ call me when she reads this telling me how much I suck. But SHE ain’t tell me either until it almost ended. So who’s fault is all of this? Everyone but mine. That is my story and I’m sticking to it.
Good day to you. HMPH! *turns around dramatically with coat sweeping behind her* (Dramatic exits are the best, ain’t they?)