The Letdown of the Century
Leave it to P. Diddy to blue ball America. His Making the Band 3, previously referred to affectionately as MB3, season finale 'twas a sham and I suspect P Diddy is in cahoots with someone. . The motherfucker didn't even make the band but did manage to jerk those poor girls around some more. Aubrey is not to be tossed around, she is to be held gingerly and caressed.
After making some superfluous cuts Diddy sends all the girls home for four months to prepare for Hollywood with the two Bs of success: Bulimia and a boob job. Aubrey basically looks totally different when she comes back and she's the color of a paint swatch I might paint a study in, ya know, sort of a smokey tan.
He then gives them like two days to warm up and get back into the mad cruelty that is making the band. Diddy continues to torture them by demanding they sing the worst song ever, Jojo's Get Out, in front of him while he two-ways, the bad asses most likely, on his sidekick. By this point the girls are very hungry and are most likely going to kill themselves if they lose and he picks no one. He does however graciously let three girls through to the next round to do everything over again, only to be eventually booted by the great P. Diddy.
There is a silver lining to this however, more Making the Band and more sexy Aubrey. But now he's untrustworthy, how do we know he's gonna ever make a band. I think that forgein girl said it best, P. Diddy needs to go to Hoopitar (Jupiter people, sound it out..)
Also on this episode:
P. Diddy makes more racial comments and compliments people by calling them black.
He calls two girls fat and actually gets mad at one of them for not showing her stomach cause "Diddy don't play that." She should have learned the two Bs of success.
This girl wears an "I Beat Anorexia" T-Shirt, which I guess is meant ironically since she's clearly malnourished.
Special Guest Editor and P. Diddy's New Ho: Tiffany Thompson
posted by --Robert-Campbell-- @ 11:55 PM
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Congratulations: you're a meathead. But don't ever fuckin' touch my underwear, dude.
that was Brad from tonight's Inferno II.
on another note -- MB3 was a total ripoff. although i liked that P. Diddy was like "yeah, i ain't been doin too good lately in the whole 'music department'." Maybe if you spent less time threatening nonvoters, throwing crappy parties for underage starlets to get drunk and find you attractive, getting mohawks to run marathons, and trying to shill out pimple cream, maybe then you'd have the ability to focus on your music.
Another point that was sad was when the small mousy brunette that was chosen to move on said "i would've been sad if I hadn't made it." Well, get sad, bitch, cuz you haven't made it! All he's doing is stringing you along. If this was a relationship, Dr. Phil would've told you to leave the chump already.
And Aubrey, while I still love her, is starting to show a little too much Xtina (i know you don't think there's such a thing as "too much Xtina" but i believe there is). Seriously, they look like they were separated at birth, at which point they were both wearing g-strings and had raging cases of chlamydia.
I also like that P. Diddy is now the king of determining who is black. This from a guy that hangs out with ghetto superstars Farnsworth Bentley, Ashton Kutcher, and Tittylicious Tara Reid.
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