After considerable urging by my apartment mate, I watched 'Money Can't Buy You Class' on youtube, as sung by someone calling herself 'the countess'. Good lord what garbage! This is painful! And why is my apartment mate now laughing uproariously?
Evil minx!
It's hard to take the performer, or that shitty performance, seriously.
Some cow-woman blaring out the same line over and over.
There are better first-time drag artists.
More sincerely "artistic".
My apartment mate wanted me to endure this. Practical joke. Evil. This song is what skunk spray would sound like if it were noise, instead of perfume.
The entire 'Real Housewives' television franchise needs to be destroyed in thunder, lightening, fire, and flood.
A cleansing.
I nearly heaved up my charsiu, chilies, and rice.
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