you a stupid hoe.

upon first watch, this was a car wreck. i resisted the urge to watch it for nearly 3 days based on the title alone. but as it was destined, i eventually clicked 'play' while louging lazily on my couch. after the first 15 seconds of air horns, unneccessary clapping, adderol infused groaning clashed with accusations of promiscuity, i thought i (maybe) had had enough. my husband turned to me, no longer glued to his nba highlights, 'jodes, i'm not sure i want you listening to this music.' the tone of concern there showed it wasn't just for his own well being, either. but after i finished gaping at this fuck you lil kim anthem, i found my inner concious iPod re-whooping, clapping and stupid hoe'ing all over the goddamn place. so then i watched it again. and again. and again. and now, somehow, miss minaj has won me over all over again. i don't know what it is about her, but she has finally proven she can do whatever the fuck she wants. hell, she could probably even get me to listen to the scatman. and like it. and i HATE the scatman. so maybe it's better i don't think about that right now. point is: nickin minaj rules. so does this obscenity. later on tonight, when you're riding alone on the cta, spacing out after your long shift at work, and the haunting beeping sirens and stupid hoe is firing insisently in yr brains, you can thank me later for that.