Who do I need to talk to about making this picture the new Great Seal of the United States, because the image of a scooter-driving Mama June and a high heel-wearing Honey Boo Boo Chile leaving a Walmart in Alabama IS America at its most sophisticated.
America’s answer to Rousseau, Honey Boo Boo Chile, once eloquently said, “A dolla makes me holla, honey boo boo!”, so she probably hasn’t stopped hollerin’ ever since TLC made it rain all over Mama June’s Pillsbury value pack of chins. TMZ says that since Here Comes Honey Boo Boo has become the greatest thing to happen to American television since Footballers Wives started airing on BBC America, the network has tripled the family’s salary. Mama June and her merry band of fart bags were making $5,000 to $7,000 an episode, but now they’re getting anywhere from $15,000 to $20,000 an episode. The stale food auction better watch out, because Mama June’s got a stack of hundreds shoved into her chin cleavage and she’s ready to buy ALL the day old cupcakes.
A source tells TMZ that money isn’t changing Mama June, because she turned down TLC when they offered to get her a bigger, better and more secure house. Mama June doesn’t want to move, because why would you leave a house that is right next door to a gas station that sells jars of cheese balls and Hot Fries all the time? That’s like a dirty slut living next to a glory hole. It’s like living at the end of a rainbow. Mama June also wants to stay, because she loves her neighborhood and loves bringing the holidays to their lives by splattering Christmas decorations all over her front yard.
The source also says that Mama June has tongue farted at offer after offer from agents who say they can make her even more money in appearances, because she doesn’t want to be away from her family.
Thanks to Pimp Mama Kris pushing her child whores on the ho stroll every chance she gets, we sometimes forget that there’s some mothers on reality TV who don’t completely whore their kids out for a fast check. Thank Jaysus for this, because my soul would fart itself into a puddle of sadness if Mama June got too fancy. I don’t ever want to see Mama June eating extra fancy Prego sauce instead of sketti sauce and I really don’t want to see her foot gnats feeding on caviar instead of her toe gunk. That would be worse than the time Roseanne won the lottery. Never change, Mama June, never change.