This week on Pop Uncultured, the continuation of last week's shenanigans! JY's theory that interracial relationships leads to comical cultural appropriation gives Mike the idea of woke plantations, and me the idea of sassy plantations full of thicc mamas. Slavery was wrong...but cmon. Who wouldn't want dozens of mouthy broads towing thousands of pounds of ass through their gentleman's estate? I know I would, by jove! And I also know you're lying if you say you don't. Immorality is a small price to pay for literally the best possible life.
That brings us back to how I'm a filthy, degenerate criminal, and it turns out Mike is a pure, pristine golden boy who can't even steal a bag of Frito Lays from a passed out junkie cashier. Bless his unsoiled heart. Eventually we move on - to my barely contained excitement - to pro wrestling in the Attitude/Ruthless Aggression Era, which brings us to my man Scotty Steiner aka Freakzilla aka Big Poppa Pump. I don't know if you know this, but in addition to having disgusting mutant biceps, he's a math genius. We watch a clip where he busts out some dirty arithmetic on known fatass Samoa Joe. I'll tell you right now, there's at least a 141 perchance chance that I watch this promo everyday forever.
We talk Espanol, we talk JY's Mexican Dram story (not me, a different me he went to Mexico with), we talk buying children, and also Mike's wife found out that he's gay. All that and more on Pop Uncultured!
I just did the "all that and more" part because I was feeling lazy and didn't want to write more. It's a problem of work ethic, really. The "more" part is a lengthy discussion of the filth Mike and JY watch (Love Island UK and 90 Day Fiance), which leads us to Jersey Shore. Mike sells me on it with a clip where Snooki starts yapping at some dumb, boozed up dago, and he turns around and socks her one. Long story short, I want to watch Jersey Shore now. Violence against women is wrong...but cmon. The wretched little bimbo basically begged for it.
This week on Pop Uncultured, the continuation of last week's shenanigans! JY's theory that interracial relationships leads to comical cultural appropriation gives Mike the idea of woke plantations, and me the idea of sassy plantations full of thicc mamas. Slavery was wrong...but cmon. Who wouldn't want dozens of mouthy broads towing thousands of pounds of ass through their gentleman's estate? I know I would, by jove! And I also know you're lying if you say you don't. Immorality is a small price to pay for literally the best possible life.
That brings us back to how I'm a filthy, degenerate criminal, and it turns out Mike is a pure, pristine golden boy who can't even steal a bag of Frito Lays from a passed out junkie cashier. Bless his unsoiled heart. Eventually we move on - to my barely contained excitement - to pro wrestling in the Attitude/Ruthless Aggression Era, which brings us to my man Scotty Steiner aka Freakzilla aka Big Poppa Pump. I don't know if you know this, but in addition to having disgusting mutant biceps, he's a math genius. We watch a clip where he busts out some dirty arithmetic on known fatass Samoa Joe. I'll tell you right now, there's at least a 141 perchance chance that I watch this promo everyday forever.
We talk Espanol, we talk JY's Mexican Dram story (not me, a different me he went to Mexico with), we talk buying children, and also Mike's wife found out that he's gay. All that and more on Pop Uncultured!
I just did the "all that and more" part because I was feeling lazy and didn't want to write more. It's a problem of work ethic, really. The "more" part is a lengthy discussion of the filth Mike and JY watch (Love Island UK and 90 Day Fiance), which leads us to Jersey Shore. Mike sells me on it with a clip where Snooki starts yapping at some dumb, boozed up dago, and he turns around and socks her one. Long story short, I want to watch Jersey Shore now. Violence against women is wrong...but cmon. The wretched little bimbo basically begged for it.