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What's Happening

So, I've made a new post here. I will keep updating Maggots and Tenderloin.com even though the site is in a transition period. If you are reading this you should go to the new site for your tenderloin fix! The .blogspot address will eventually be inactive although it will probably stay up for memories and the mere fact that if I delete this account lots of pictures will magically disappear from wordpress.

I hope this all makes sense, thanks for yous guyses support now let's go to the new site! Okay, okay I'll stop naggin'....

UNDER GOING CONSTRUCTION

Going to maggotsandtenderloin.com will not work for a lil' bit. So use the url: http://www.maggotsandtenderloin.blogspot.com or subscribe to keep in touch negros.

K THANX

P.S. Things might get a little discombobulated, bear with me!

I AM NOT A NINJA...so stop asking!

So... Turns out, I am not a ninja. I went down to Union Square to continue the Whore Me 2008 Campaign. I got a bunch of stickers and was all psyched!

"Yes mwuhahahaha, I will whore my blog with glee and use my catlike abilities to pounce my stickers onto flashy objects in high-traffic areas! Then I will be the biggest blog in THE WORLD!" I say, shaking my fists to the Heavens, as a homeless man suspiciously caresses my knee. Normally, I would be disgusted by the thought of a poor person within a 2.5 mile circumference of my personal space, but I was in a good mood so we made out for a few hours.

"TALLEY HO!" I yell, as the police segue the homeless man away for sexing a minor. Little did he know, I poked holes in the condom...

Anywaaaaaaaaaay

I walk about Union Square with a sticker in one hand and my self respect in the other! Which would I be willing to give up to promote Maggots and Tenderloin? Both!!!!!! For every ninja knows the Empire comes before one's self.

I go to the most obvious areas, traffic lights, subway carts... And each time as I am about to smack one of these lovely stickers onto the pole, I notice there are people EVERYWHERE, it is broad daylight... I AM A VANDAL. They could REVOKE MY MEMBERSHIP TO THE NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY FOR THIS!!!!! NoooooOOOOOOooooo they'll take my yellow SASH, but it's soooo yellow....

I pussied out. Some of you may recall me being a Vagina McVaginastein so it's not surprising...

I ended up putting 3 stickers in 3 bicycle baskets and feeling guilty about that. I SWEAR TO GOD YOUR HONOR I WASN'T LITTERING I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A GARBAGE CAN AND A BASKET (bicycle baskets are more gay lololol).

So on my way home, in the subway train, I tried the ole' leave-a-sticker-on-a-seat-and-see-if-any-one-gives-a-shit! Turns out-- THEY DON'T!

"WTF IS THIS?!" *Throws on floor* Bitch that sticker cost money!

P.S. In case you were wondering I ended up canceling my account for hosting with Powweb after 900 more problems arisen. Hopefully the site will make it's move at some point this week, mother fuck.

Also if anyone has any suggestions for a good place to get Fake IDs I'd appreciate it.... >_> <_<

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I HATE MOVING/WHORE ME CAMPAIGN 2008

Okay so stickers are available now. Just look over there:
<-------------------------- I ideally wanted the stickers to be free, but not having a P.O. Box would prevent you guys from SASE-ing me. So, I figure 1 or 2 dollars would be enough to cover the cost of shipping and envelopes and what not, they are basically free. Shipping overseas is just too fucking expensive unless you'd be willing to pay extra for it which is a bit silly, but if you're desperate drop me an email and we can discuss. Just spread the word anyway you can. Make me awesome and karma will make you a millionaire, I promise.

ANYWHO

I hate moving. WTF!!!!

So the most logical way to move the site would be from blogger to wordpress. Well it's great the wordpress has this option in JUST 1 2 3 STEPS! OMG I WANT TO CUT MYSELF... Of course the most important step doesn't work, blogger will not authorize the import. OF COURSE NOT! But shit happens, I am calm, I google things, for any problem in the world google has 10 solutions.

EXCEPT FOR WHEN YOU'RE ME. Naturally, a buh-fucking-billion other people have the same problem and all the "answers," people give are faulty, they don't fucking work. Well fine then, fuck it.

My brother's servers will kind of slow anyway, so I spend some cash to buy my own hosting. I'm trying to fuck around with it, POWWEB HAS WHAT?!? UNLIIIIMITED BANDWITH UNLIIIIMITED SPACE AND A UNICORN FUCKS YOU AFTER YOU HIT SUBMIT AT THE CHECK OUT AND YOU CUM LIKE 938491084908 TIMES POWWEB IS FUCKING AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!! ONLY 3 DOLLARS A MONTH, NOTHING CAN POSSIBLY GO WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Except the first thing I notice when I am trying to buy this mother fucking hosting is that you don't actually pay 3 dollars a month, they charge you for the whole year upfront, but a unicorn cumming on my tits was tooooo hard to refuse. So, again fuck it, I'll be doing this for a year. If I don't have unicorn AIDS or slit my fucking wrists first. (No Emo*)


*The younger, ironically, faggier brother, to NO HOMO

Well, I start fucking around with my account, trying to see the UNLIMITED potential of this awesome Unicorn Circle Jerk Premium Web Plan. The site WILL NOT INDEX. No matter hoooooooo
oooooow many times I access the "KNOWLEDGE BASE" which is another sign of blatant douchebaggery, otherwise they would call it a FAQ like a non-douchecunt. So now whenever you go to the homepage it reads, "YOU CANNOT ACCESS THIS SITE WITHOUT AN INDEX," bitch there's 97 indexes in there, none of those motherfuckers work.

I can see why people stick to shitty blogger, none of this other nonsense goes down and even if it did you'd b grateful because it's free.

Well naturally, later on I try to install wordpress into my new hosting and of course that doesn't work. So I try to fix it, assuming I am the one at fault I contact tech support. Of course their solution to the problem is the exact same thing that I was doing, I tell them, I already did these things, I say, "How will you know it will work this time?" they say, "It will work."

WEEELLLLL OKAY THEN!! How is that a valid answer. HOW DO YOU KNOW? BECAUSE I JUST DO. Eat the dried shit from between my asshole. I just want a website that doesn't look like a fucking geocities page. Goddamn it.

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I HATE BLOGS

I haven't updated because I was busy participating in the Record breaking Keith and The Girl 72 hour Podcast. I had an awesome time! XD They're probably the best podcast around, certainly the only one I feel is worth any of my time as of yet. I think anyone who's ever been involved with the podcast is probably a billion times more interesting than anyone I've ever met and probably any of YOU. By you, I mean the tards, with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome that read this.

I feel like podcasting is a lot similar to blogging, in that 99.99999% of the buh-jillion podcasts that exist suck huge, rotting, bonobo-monkey balls. In fact I hate calling this website a blog because in my head this brings a certain connotation. Like: "MY LIFE IS WAAAY MORE INTERESTING THAN YOURS (except not)" or "I AM OLD." or "SINGLE MOTHER, but ZESTY WOMAN." or "I LIKE TO WRITE (except I suck at it)"

I have no problem with this, this makes my life a lot fucking easier. You have to have losers to have winners. And I am a winner.

But, I hate the fact that the best, most efficient way to make your blog popular is to network with other blogs. That sucks. I don't want to fucking deal with 40-something year old, shitty, boring blogs about how their new born baby upchucks spinach cream baby food oh so cute. And fucking a' maybe there is a demographic for that, I'm sure old people love that shit or maybe dumb bitches who like babies do. But I don't got time, niggas.

I hate the fact that, most people just use blogs to make money with 348290483208 ads everywhere. Not that I don't tell people to click my ads, but I don't actually say that here >_>. And trust me, if I decided to become a writer to make money, I wouldn't be a writer.

I hate blogs that just repost youtube videos, write "THIS IS FUNNY LOL," and actually get traffic for someone else's work. They did nothing. I can understand reviews, or even piecing together a movie from different clips or if it were the blogger's own video. But it never is.

I hate blogs with 4 sentence posts about: "Today I went to the movies. It was fun. I had some popcorn. I like bubbles."

I hate the word, "blog."

I hate that blogs with all the things that I hate get more traffic than I do because they all link to each other and circle jerk each other and people who have free time that want to read something continue to go to these blogs even though they suck because they don't have a choice.

READ THIS INSTEAD. IT'S ME MANIFESTO. MANIFESTO IS A WAY COOLER WORD.

Now, I think I am doing fine, considering the fact I have been doing this for a relatively short amount of time (all by myself) and have only seen numbers climb. But, to be honest, I'd like to be biggest, bestest, non-celebrity, non-niche, non-tech, non-journalistic, personal blog, EVER.

And I know that I can and that I will because I am a damn good writer. Fuck you and eat my asshole if you think other wise. Besides I know it'll happen a psychic told me. I gave him a chill...he never gets those...

Anyway, part of the WHORE ME 2008 AD Campaign, other than grabbing my gydget
I've made stickers!Ignore my stubby fingers...

Now, I haven't figured out how to get these to you. I was thinking SASE (self addressed stamp envelope, for you tards) but I don't want you weirdos having my address. I could get a P.O. Box, buuut, I don't have money to be throwing around and such... Maybe, paypal me a dollar for stamps and envelopes...I don't know... Anyway, be prepared for a move, my bro is working on a new layout, so I may just be leaving blogger soon...

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I LOVE Vh1 (Let's Get Nostalgic About Last Week)

Vh1 already has the next volume of their I LOVE series. I Love the New Millennium!!! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!! But a whole decade hasn't even gone by! SO WHAT?! Doesn't mean we can't exploit the 8 years that have gone by, hey 8 is ALMOST 10, right? Basically.

I'd imagine the show being 50 episodes of best week ever stapled together, mixed with clips from the 20 greatest celebreality fights and Hogan Knows Best! Weeee!

Now we can get more sassy comments from A-list celebrities like: Hal Sparks and Chuck Nice!!

Hal Sparks: Remember when that black guy ran for president?!?!?!?!Chuck Nice: That was a RiiiiiiiiOOOOOOttt!!!!!!!!!!!XD

*WACKINESS ENSUES*

Now I'm not knocking Vh1, it's really the only channel that I watch. I don't get any more satisfaction then from watching stupid people be exploited on television and that is THE CORE of Vh1, and I think Vh1 is the best at it.

But even for me this is a stretch, even for me I Love the 80s 3D is a bit of a stretch. Talk about miiilking a cow for alllll it's worth.

I think it's amazing how they can rehash things we've all seen and experienced, slap some semi-witty comments on them and bam! QUALITY TELEVISION. I've seen all the I LOVEs several times (because I am sad and pathetic) and I know I will watch this one. In fact if you've seen the new Weezer video, it's probably just going to be that on loop for 10 hours.

(The video, which I don't find very clever, the easiest way to get someone to watch your video is to say look at things that you're familiar with that you like, it's only clever for marketing to their demographic: internet nerds. It's like when numetal bands put ugly people in their videos. Ugo = normal, average joe. I'm just like you, like me!)

Anyway, I'd love to have the job Pop Culture Expert, that is absurd, it's like being a historian except even more useless!

Another Vh1 hit I am looking forward to is the new Celebrity Rehab. Mostly because Sebastian Bach is suuuuuuuuuuuch a douchebag, as is Aaron Carter, I can see them being best buds or budding heads.

Sebastian: OMG LOOK AT ME ON GILMORE GIRLZ GUYZ I AM SO BADASS RAWKIN AWESOME GODWAR IS RAWDOG BACKWARDZ

Aaron: Aye yo' shawty, dat gilmo' gurlzez be hot like a fox, remind me of da' time ah beat shaq, ya' hurd.

Sebastian: WTF DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?

Aaron: Nick beats me :(. *hugz*



I'm sure having Vh1 on permanently all day is probably what's lowering my IQ, either that or the time i microwaved the water from my Lava Lamp and drank it. So if you the quality of this blog decrease...u mite no y.

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Shameless Promotion Time, Weeee!

Let's make me (look) awesome! (Or you can not and scroll down to the new post and potentially go to hell)

First of all Subscribe if you read this, even if you prefer to read from the main site, just do it cause I like to see the numbers go up!

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If you're feeling sassy, grab one of these and whore me like there's no tomorrow! I prefer the narrow version, to the wide it's a sexier, sleek and compact, you kids like that shit right? Well click grab it and embedd this on all your social networking sites or whatever it is you silly geese do, spread the word!



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Marketing 2008 A.K.A. Hey Blackie How About Some Grillz

So a friend showed me an article about billboards with facial recognition. When I initially saw this I was really creeped out, but when I read the article I realized that in a lot ways I kind of don't care.

There are a million things wrong with the media and marketing. They're completely exploitative and detrimental to the educational well-being of most people. Blah, blah, most people probably know this. No, that's a lie, most people don't, but I am assuming most people who read this blog know this.

Well, anyway the major concern with this billboard shenanigans is that, it determines race, age and gender by determining the facial topography of people who view the billboard. It also records how long each individual views the billboard. People are not okay with this because the software can easily be changed to photograph people's faces.

Privacy is a big issue in America, and while I don't support the Patriot Act, this to me is not a big deal. I can see the issue with having actual records released to the public. But okay, I'm walking down the goddamn street, I look at a, I dunno, an AD for The New 90210 and I may even look long and hard, and maybe even this thing takes a picture of my face. So what?

So, now my face is in a database, female, brown, aged 18-22, I dunno. Okay now my face is in database, so now they make more ads like this because they have other pictures of brown girls like me looking at the same ad. The end. Now ads catered specifically to very small groups of people is more frightening and perhaps even (hilariously) offensive to me.

In terms of privacy I don't see the big deal. There are cameras everywhere, there are actual widgets where you can watch other people's surveillance cameras in NYC and people have cameras phones and get willy nilly with them when ever the fuck they please. Go into a coffee shop with a laptop that has a built-in cam, turn the flash off and take pics of whoever the hell you want. We've all done it! Go on myspace! Facebook!

The fact is people want to be seen, but the minute they hear database and ads, they cringe because they've (actually never) read (but heard other people reference) 1989 and A Brave New World.

Having your face seen is not a big fucking deal, having private data and records released to the public or marketing companies IS.

If you want the truth, Big Brother IS Watching, but he doesn't have control. And maybe one day he will, but he doesn't right now. The fact of the matter is, in this country, the only things that exist are the things that we make exist, supply and demand. There can be as many ads marketed to me, but as long as I have an objective opinion they won't affect me, unless I let them.

Supply isn't the problem, demand IS.

This is why McDonald's ads scare me. They scare me because the music, the people, the language used are so generically stereotypical to whomever they are trying to sway and they work. And of course they work because people still eat there, no matter how shitty the food tastes and how bad you know it is for you.

I look at them and laugh, but it is kind of scary that this is all you need to do to get people to eat a McWhateverthfucksandwich.

People are stupid, FACT. And as sad as that is it only makes me happy, you need losers to have winners, right? So, fucking exploit them and you can make the check out to...

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Cutting Ties with the Feminist Unicorn

Life is hard. Life is a long, tedious process. People who say life is short are retarded, life is the longest thing you will ever do before you die and I am waaay too lazy for this whole, "living," thing. I will not watch TV unless the remote is within a 1 foot radius of me. I have not watched television on an actual TV in months because my remote is next to the TV and the TV is not next to my bed.

I mean, I like to do things and get sooo bored when I am not doing things. But starting to do things, ah jeeze. I love to write, writing is what I want to do for the rest of my life, but wtf, I gotta do it? Ugh, but I don't wanna. Once I start doing things, I can get really into them, but motherfuck if I have to start.

Anyway, so I found out that if I accept housing, get my fin-aid package, then say I don't want housing, I will get a big ole' housing check refund. I've decided to fuck Patty in her fat face and move in with a friend that is moving to NY around the same time school starts.

But wtf? I have to find an apartment, contact the financial aid department, blah blah, etc. Ugh, and I have to tell Patty that I am not going to live with her.

Dealing with Patty will be an issue because I am scared she will ACTUALLY EAT ME. It is evident from the way she lunges her tampons, leaking with feminist fury and elitism, at me, that she believes I am her only friend. And if I leave her she will be left alone (MWUHAHAHAHA) and huddle in the fetal position with a barrel of butter sticks and deep fried hash brown sandwiches.

I could easily see myself waiting until the day before school starts in September to tell her and her pretending that she is okay when she is really crying on the inside and outside. Then I will proceed to eat her fallen tears because she cries whipped cream and bacon, and I fucking love BACON!!!!

I mean, it's a bit surprising that she cries bacon even though she is a vegetarian, but God is a hipster and fucking loves irony! Also, maybe if the sad bitch ever ate a vegetable...

*In Patty Pretentious Victorian Feminist Voice*: "What you need to realize Sassy, is that Jelly Donuts are in fact fruit. Jelly has it's origins in produce and according to the FDA approved Food Pyramid one should eat 6 to 11 servings of carbohydrates a day, even if the results may be that you become a disgusting, self-loathing, fat bitch."

Well I hate the cunt, obviously, the only thing I will miss are the awesome stories I get to tell about her fat ass! But once I cut ties with her that will leave me open to a bunch of new sad, fat asses to hate on! I mean after all, I am considering doing some plays next year!

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The Internet: 2nd Life, Real Life, (Or Wow, I really Am a Nerd.)

Yesterday I wrote a "manifesto,"about "hatin," on the Internet. More specifically, how a group of my friends and I "hate," on the Keith and The Girl Forums.

When I was in my robot/cyborg/technology class or what have you, we would often bring up the idea of simulation v.s. reality and whether or not it is okay if these two things become confused so that we can no longer tell them apart.

The problem with some (old) people on the Internet is that they cannot make this distinguishment.

Don't get me wrong. I am not insulting anyone who uses a computer, I'm not insulting anyone who spends hours on a computer or even someone that talks to people they will never meet in 3D. I do these things and I would never insult myself especially if I'm trying to maintain the notion that I am better than YOU. I'm a consistent bitch.

The people who I am insulting are the ones that believe that by doing these things they have somehow found a loophole in life by creating one online. This is only a simulation. There is a reason the game SIMS is called SIMS. SIMULATIONS. At least take your laptop to Starbucks, then I guess you can say you left the house.

But there is another group of people that I can't seem to straddle any ideas on and I'm included in this group of people. People who interact mostly on the Internet and occasionally in 3D.

Are you allowed to say anything on the Internet, if this is where you communicate 98% of the time and when you meet up in person can you assume no hard feelings? I do this on a case by case basis. To me, when you meet someone online and then interact with them in 3D after the fact, 3D time is almost like a 2nd, 1st impression. It's almost like, prove to me that you aren't a douche time. There are some friends that I like in person, but not online and vice versa.

But I think sometimes you can tell online who is fuming at the keyboard and who is not. I can passionately debate about things online, but I kind of don't really care about whatever I was talking about 2 minutes after it has happened. But if someone brings it up again then I can get just as invested as I did before, if no one brings it up I could care less.

The problem may be this: Online I feel as though you are expected to be consistent. In real life people are simply not consistent. If you want to argue that the Internet is not just that, but a community then you would have to hold people to the same standards you would in real life. No one does this ever.

People are a heightened version of themselves Online, there are few people that are exactly the same as they present themselves. See the thing is, everyone kind of knows in the back of their head that a chat room or a forum is kind of bullshit, so it's an opportunity for old people to flirt behind their spouse's back or for a racist to finally get off his chest that black people are really, truly kind of annoying.

When people are their heightened selves and you force consistency on them, this is not reality, this is an RPG game. You aren't a person anymore, you are a persona. I'll use myself as an example.

I think generally I am a pretty crass person. I'll admit that even growing up it was hard for me to find a balance between hurting someone's feelings and being funny. Life lessons would teach me to feel a person out before I go throwing the N-word around. Also, I am pretty argumentative by nature, (I was on the debate team in high school) whether or not I agree with something, I tend to question both sides and try to be as objective as I can. Most of the time I can separate my feelings from what is most rational.

On the Internet I am all of these things I believe. But the problem is, I am only these things. In real life I am more than just argumentative and crass, it would be impossible for me to just be two things.

On a forum the only time I will ever speak is to make a "witty," comment (and fail) or to question the argumentation or motives of someone else. So no matter what I do even if it's not these things it is perceived as these things. In essence, I am creating a character or building a reputation.

Everyone does this. This happens in real life as well. Everyone you know or meet has their own narrative you have built in your head, the only difference is in real life there are more opportunities to have multiplicity, to not be just one or two things and the longer you know someone the more sides you can see. The Kaleidescope pans out more and more and you get more complex geometric patterns.

I guess what I am saying is this, you cannot hold people to the same expectations on the Internet as in real life, if you are doing this you are going to be greatly disappointed when the hot girl you were chatting with is really a dude and a distant cousin. Unless everyone agrees that their online community, whatever it may be, is really a 2nd life then you are going to run into trouble.

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Denise "Fuck Your Mother" Richards: It's Complicated

Omgomgomgomgomg.

First of all: Who is Denise Richards? Answer: No one. She is irrelevance personified. And this "essence," of a human being is now on the E! Network. You may remember her from such films as Starship Wild Things and Undercover Brother.

Denise Richards stars in Denise Richards: I Swear to God I'm Complex and Infallible a reality show that is aimed to show the public sides to her we have never seen. Which wouldn't be too hard because most people that exist have not seen her considering she is no one as I have stated above.

This is a review of the second episode, Denise V.S The Tabloids. I have not seen the first episode and had no intent to watch this show. Because seriously, why do I give a fuck? But I enjoy the ambient sound of the television humming as I whore my website to those with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.

Soon I became enticed with the awesome that is Denise "You Cunt" Richards.

The fantabulous episode kicks off with Denise, her sister, and her friend looking at a picture of Denise in a bathing suit on Perez Hilton. Perez says she looks like an 80s' hooker, which isn't true. She looks like a 90s' stripper. And here begins the completely candid (staged) banter about how Denise is sooooooooooo
oooooooooooo misrepresented and that hookers are actually kind of "hot," so it was really a compliment.

Who ever writes this reality TV show should note, real life does not happen this way:

[Three women sitting in front of a computer]

Denise: Hey look guys there's a like cuntfuckshitwhoreskankbitchmotherfuck picture of me on Perez.

Sister: O lok. Dat iz so tipikal of duh prezz. Dunt b sad zizter.

Friend: It is okay. The governor had sex with sev-er-ral prostitutes and they were all feasibly attractive. What I mean is, Perez Hilton was merely complimenting your extremely tasteful physique. I have a degree at an accredited university, when I'm not building bridges of the literal and metaphoric kind in third world countries, I like to ride the coattails of V-List celebrities.

[scene]

Next scene Denise has a print out of the bad picture and is showing it to her dad who seems to not give any fucks at all. In fact I am pretty sure I saw him take the picture of his daughter in a bikini and a bottle of hand lotion off the kitchen table. Oh wait, wrong dad he isn't Joe Simpson.

Denise: "Hi daddy, look there's a pic of motherfuckingsucksshitassholecuntbitchdickwad," here they discover she has a "cussin," problem and has to donate a pair of shoes every time she "cusses."

NOW! LET'S GET TO THE MOST AWESOME SCENE IN THE HISTORY OF DUMB BITCHES !!

Denise "Tourette's" Richards is headstrong and goes to confront a journalist about spreading propaganda about her. This journalist is basically the epitome of bamf. When I saw this I expected that the journalist would puss out and Denise would leave looking all pristine and shit. Boy howdy was I in for an awesome surprise!

Denise basically says "Wah but my kids are involved. The journalist immediately says, "Don't play the parent card." Denise:0 Journalist: 1 Then the journalist asks why she even wants to do the show, Denise says because her mom wanted her (her mom who is dead) to do it and immediately begins crying. Journalist lady gives NO FUCKS. She is completely stoic and apathetic and Denise quickly stops crying and was clearly just trying to get a rise out of her.

Denise tells her that everything printed is a flat out lie and the Journalist lady tries to explain to her that everything printed was grounded in the truth and that Denise can't be hatin' cause the image that is seen is the one that she created herself. Journalist be havin' mad points!

Denise refuses to budge and is all "BITCH BEDDUH DON'T I'M TALKIN," the Journalist Lady gets a call on the phone, Denise is all, "FUCK THIS SHIT I'M DONE!" walks away then comes back and calls the lady a "fucking cunt," that needs to get "her shit straight." There is no point in making jokes because it is fucking awesome!

You can watch the clip of the confrontation here and you can watch the full episode here

For now here's a clip of the argument:



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