Showing posts with label Tuuka Rask. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tuuka Rask. Show all posts

Monday, May 13, 2019

This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness


What it's like when I fart in the car.


Since CBS wasn't aloud to air NBA footage, they hired a courtroom artist to cover game highlights.


Can't a 60 ft. tall black man go shopping without being followed around?


Who knew Andy's room was located in Atlanta?


"Shit, we're going to need to put in a lot more quarters to beat this guy."


Nothing screams "loser" like putting your likeness on a lottery scratch off ticket.


No change. It's perfect.


She had a pretty good idea of why her job interview didn't go so well.


"I am... untalented."


The reason Google Street View blurs people's faces is because anyone could end up on a mixtape cover, like these two unfortunate souls.

Monday, August 7, 2017

Some Quick Notes From Tami and Chelsea


Listen up, bitches, PAY ATTENTION! Put away your phones, cut the chitchat and make a half-circle around us in 3...2...1.

No, we're not stretching out right now, Phoebe. This is just a touch-base.

Okay. DanceExpo is in 16 DAYS, people! That means we've got to get our two routines down, tight and ready for Albuquerque in 15 days. I mean it, ladies, we've got a lot of work to do between now and our 6pm slot! For realsy.

But before we even start stretching out (serious, Phoebe, not yet), Chelsea and I have a few notes about "Sorry Not Sorry:" Everyone's nice and crisp in the first verse, but when we get to "now payback is a bad bitch," I'm seeing a lot of sloppy heel-toe-heel in the back row. That includes Sophie, Candace, Allison T. and Gabriella. I'm sorry, ladies, but you gotta keep it going strong. Just because you're in the back doesn't mean judges aren't seeing your feet.

Secondly, breathing. When we're doing the fourth front-to-back-leg combo, I don't want you gasping your way through it– it messes the flow and we can all see it. So that means you need to control your breathing and not hold it during the air run. Cool? Cool.

HANDS should be tight. ELBOWS should be tight. HIPS together and CRISP, dammit. These are all things that made us the number 4 dance squad in Cleveland. Let's never forget that.

Okay, hands in the middle here:

Are we tough? YES!!!
Are we professional? YES!!!
Who are we? WE ARE WHITEFISH BAY GLAMOUR SPIRIT SQUAD 2017!!!!!

Amen. LET'S DO THIS!