…who can waste damn near a whole day watching back-to-back episodes of “The Game.”
Pull my hoe card, call me names, whatever. Let two good episodes come on and me have the spare time to watch. It’s a wrap. The sun’s gone down, day’s shifted to night. Tasks and errands are forgotten. I’ll start out on Team Derwin & end up secretly kind of rooting for Team Melanie when this dumbass fucks up once again. I’m well aware that by saying that I could possibly be breaking a man code. SMH. Just the sheer ignorance/quasi-dramatics of it all sometimes lures me in…yet, I watch in spite of myself.
And the fact that it’s featured on BET, the arch enemy of Black folks.