Flavor Flav

I have had this all wrong.

I was never sure who to condemn for the state of affairs Flavor Flav has found himself in. Was it VH1, for taking one of hip hop's most flamboyant characters and turning him into a caricature of himself by sticking him with Bridgette Neilsen? Or, was it Flav himself, for allowing all of this to be done?

Now, with "Flavor of Love," I see how the masterplan has worked. Flav allowed the raping to go on, because he must have known that he could work this gimmick up to equal mad pussy. I could not say that I wouldn't put up with Bridgette Neilsen's skanky ass if it meant getting some fly dimepieces to open up their stripper-quality asscheeks for some Flavor pudding. Some of those women are quite fine, and I'm sure Flav has dipped a finger in at least one twizzler or two from that set of wannabe hookers and wish-they-were golddiggers.

(Hookers & golddiggers ... po-tay-to, po-tah-to. Oh, and fuck Kanye West for jumping on the golddigger wagon and thinking it's his own, when EPMD was warning me about golddigging bitches back in "Business As Usual.")

Flavor, you done it again. This is easily the best PE scam since Professor Griff came back.