
Jabbawockeez > Status Quo
In the end a bunch of flips beat a bunch of flips.
Congrats to the Jabbas.
But let's be honest, that final show was unbereebabuly bad.
For example:
Status Quo's final walk off the stage. As soon as their flag fell, man, I was on the edge of my seat.
How many flips were they going to leave us with? 17? 42? 150? 1000? We got 6.
Unbereebabul.
In conclusion, the last epsiode was gay like San Francisco Bay. I should've just gone to TGI's, smoked 4 schwag blunts, and freestyled with 3 shins to Kanyizi's Flashing Lights. "She don't believe in shooting stars. But she believes in shooting stars."

Can't wait till next month's auditions. We'll keep you up to date on how we kill 'em with the top-secret isolated hand dance we've already mastered (hint: our hands do flips). Stay tuned...

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