There has been a lot of buzz about the show So you Think You Can Dance and, since I am a champion street dancer, I thought I’d check it out. Turns out the show sucks. It’s like American Idol light. The one shining light of the whole show and my new reason for watching is Cat Deeley. She’s british, she’s hot, and apparently she’s the cat’s meow on the British reality shows. I’ve yet to see her dance. But I’ll be ready when she does.

I got my dancing skills the real way: On the mean streets of the unforgiving city where danger and intrigue are around every corner, bitches. Somebody bumps into me coming off an escalator at the mall, they’re gonna have Pat Benatar, all up in their grill before they can say, “Love is a Battlefield”. I think you read me on that one. I’m not scared pull Thriller out at the drop of sequined glove, either. Just sayin’. I’m hard core. You bring the Jets, I’ll hit you with Jesus Christ Superstar Jazz hands. You bring some of that Julliard Ballet bullshit and I’ll go RENT on your leotard wearing ass, cause I can sing like a mother fucking angel. Now check out these pics of Cat Deeley while I work on my moves. Amatuers.