I used to wonder how Diddy could possibly fit in the closet? What, with all his velour Sean John jumpsuits and ghetto fabulous three piece ensembles? But then I saw this.
Guess he found a way.
Only next time I’d like to see him make it more believable. Shit, even those of us with mild retardation and snow blindness can see the gay just oozing out. To quote my damn self, he’s coming at you with a double sided dildo and some AIDS in his pocket so you better watch out. Plus, that shit probably smells like pine corns and dookie butter. No thank you Ms. Diddy. Try again.
September 24, 2007 at 8:29 am |
The continuing adventures of Captain No Vibe. I guess there are women out there who think that Diddy is hot. Obviously, the woman in the commercial isn’t one of them, since she looks really bored, particularly during the multiple reverse choke-outs against the wall. Unfortunately, the whole thing doesn’t say sexy. Maybe the fragrance should be called “Coercion”.