I don’t fancy scary movies. Never have, never will. Waking up drenched in sweat with my heart pounding through my chest like a cartoon character is not my idea of a pleasant night cap. Whenever theatrical trailers for the latest horror films are presented on television I dart my eyes away from the screen with the same swiftness that Al Reynolds displayed on his wedding night when Star Jones shimmed to their bed post wearing only a see through silk robe and devilish grin.

So I don’t know why I even fucked with this to begin with.

After reading comments for the better part of the day about H-Town and Jodeci’s video for “Knockin’ Your Heels Off” I finally mustered up enough courage to sit through 4:50 of pure bump n’ grind self-inflicted torture. After Cheddar  Bobbing myself inside this R&B zombie land  I can confidently tell you that I would rather participate in the Suicide Hot Wing Challenge while watching Master P’s new show with Cassie and Ashanti performing an accapella duet of “Ave Marie” in a megaphone than sit through this shit again.

Sexually suggestive pelvis movements and song lyrics have never made me rethink celibacy so much. If Rome attempts a comeback next year, its over for this website.