Tutoring a first grader....
maisnon: What does f-l-o-p spell?
small child: "Flava of Love"
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OMG. I accidentally watched that the other day (it was on one of the TVs at the gym) and it was so ridiculous! The best part was that I guess it was some sort of recap show so I got to see the WHOLE THING condensed into one hour. My workout ended before I saw whether "Hoopz" or "New York" won though.
THe idea that a first grader should be aware of the show is sad on so many levels...
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