Although LeToya Luckett has come a long way from peddling cds and mason jars of marmalade out of the trunk of Slim Thug’s El Camino on the northside of Houston she also sadly proved that it is possible to host an awards show without the general public knowing who the fuck you are.
And that’s dreadful. Simply dreadful. Simply deep dreadful. But anybody capable of escaping the clutches of the Killer Knowles Klan deserves some type of shade-free recognition. Unfortunately I can’t be the source for that since her record company didn’t break any bread with me. Politics as usual.