Most mornings Ron Mexico City’s iCoonery searches begin at none other than the bastion of buffoonery that is World Star Hip Hop. A nigga usually can’t tell what’s worse, the video content, descriptions or comments. I like to think of them as a holy trinity of fuckery, as it’s not really possible to separate the three.
World Star Bunnies, the girls you see ass-first in WSHH preview windows, usually make for a welcome break in my swag surfing. Who doesn’t want to see a hot fucking ghetto mess of an aspiring stripper shake her dingleberry forest on the twin bed-slash-couch with her chillens in the room? If the arrangement is between consenting adults—by “adults” I mean the dancers, World Star’s owners and several thousand underage viewers—who am I to condemn?
But when those middle school viewers have to look at cank stoochie their own age, I draw the line. That shit is appalling. Some of these girls look like 9th graders tearing out empty sheets from never-used geometry spiral notebooks and making ho placards that say “WORLDSTARHIPHOP.COM” instead of their own aliases.
[Blogger’s Note: Dumb clappers need teaching.]
As Chris Rock once said, “If a woman tells you she’s 20 and looks 16, she’s 12. If she tells you she’s 26 and looks 26, she’s damn near 40.” “Venezuelian” chulita Mariana, one of yesterday’s bunnies, looks 14. She’s gotta say she’s 18 for World Star to give her burn in the US. She must be 9. She might be a grandmother already, but she’s still 9.
If you believe this girl is of age, you’ve probably also been hoodwinked by a tranny or two. Stop drinking so much. You’ll only keep getting into trouble.
I don’t know what the sexual misconduct and child welfare laws are like in “Venezuelia”, but I know putting scantily clad youngsters up on the screen like that doesn’t fly here—unless they’re Britney Spears. Otherwise, sexualizing the chillens is downright un-Amurrcan.
Ironically enough, the song playing while Mariana’s dancing incessantly asks, “How old are you?”
Like World Star gives a fuck. These niggas are blatant and dumb enough to put entire episodes of whatever the fuck they want on their site. If you don’t have cable, fuck with them niggas before they go out of business. However, do so at your own risk, as word on the digital streets is that their owner likes to help the feds with their Alfadavits, ya dig?
[Blogger’s Note: That probably explains why they can get away with so much copyright infringement.]
As far as little Mariana goes—who you can save for the price of a cup of coffee per day—there aren’t too many complaints on the site. It’s not like she’s the first questionable foreign sex slave—I mean, “bunny”—World Star has propped up there. You know what niggas say. If there’s grass on the field, play ball. If there isn’t, put down some Astroturf and play futbol.
Just don’t let the pussy get past you! Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!
Soon these World Star niggas are gonna have order forms for mail order hoes in the banner ad… right next to “Find Out Why Gary Get’s Gwop And Got More Swag Than You!”
Yes. They’ll put the apostrophe in that bitch too.
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