Brooklyn Style, Bitch!
I was going to post something about last night’s episode of The Fake-Tanned Genital Wart Hour of Fun, but I’ve decided to go with this piece of reality instead. You’d think girl-on-girl action at the Munch Time Diner would make Queen Latifah close the door and open up her special drawer, but definitely not this time.
Animal New York says that all hyena hell broke loose when a cell phone went missing at the Bronx’s Munch Time Diner last Sunday. Thongs were exposed! Heels went into faces! Glamorous outfits were ruined! It’s like if they ran out of Ritalin and tranquilizers at a child beauty pageant. I’m serious about the glamorous outfits part too. As soon as the rojo-head at the end of the clip gets out of the ICU, she’ll be ready for the fucking runway in that ensemble.
And all through the clip, one of them keeps screaming “Brooklyn style, bitch!” on a loop. I wonder if she teaches the art of “Brooklyn Style, Bitch!” fightin’ at the Y? Since I live in Brooklyn now, I should probably learn its fightin’ style. You know, just in case I ever lose my cell phone at the Munch Time Diner in the Bronx and have to call it by banging a trick’s head into the payphone. Or something.
Yeah, I’m definitely going to learn “Brooklyn Style, Bitch.” My opponents never take me seriously during a fight when I scream at them, “It’s Kingdom of Caring style, bitch!”
via Gawker TV