In the year 2001, America was in a tough place. A real president was just taking office, undoing the nasty immorality of the Clinton tainted 90s. Terrorists attacked our nation of peace. It was dark times, my friends. And to top it all off, a whoredevil troop named the “Pussycat Dolls” opened a flesh palace named the Moulin Rouge here in America and made a movie about it.
The Super Bowl lyric forgetting Mexican Christina Aguilera was the godmother of gonoclapclap for this group, having other women like Little Kimmy, Olivia “Honey Buns” Munn and some other unnamed Jezebels shaking their flesh treats on MTV to distract young men from study and make them think of fornication.
It took us much prayer to get read of those vile women. Their final push against our ministry occurred when they made a video trying to get all college students to throw a massive menace a troise in dorms nationwide, to spread STD and pregnancy and turn America into a giant Woodstock.
If that video is not terrible enough, there is now a version two of the Dream Team of these Devil Mistresses. Satan must lap his tongue around when he gets a whiff of unfresh fish, because he’s really promoting these women.