When you find yourself on national television explaining that your wife’s as is made of real human fatty flesh to an incredulous audience, you must realize the extent of your cartoonish fetishization. Ice-T explained that people often gawk at Coco’s ass like a freak show exhibit, assuming that the human form cannot naturally anthropomorphize itself into such a sexually exaggerated incarnation.
“When people see something that they can’t believe, then they go ‘oh it has to be fake’… it’s like ‘you got something that’s unusual’ and they can’t believe it so it’s gotta be fake.”
I don’t know. Just yesterday R. Kelly admonished us all to only believe what we see with our own eyes when discussing his daughter whose seventh grade project was becoming a boy. I’ve seen Coco’s ass. It looks fake. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. I guess women like to call other women out for being fake. Most men could care less about such trivial debate. They just want to know if they can finish on your wife’s booty and make a puddle that lingers until next Tuesday. Since you asked, Mr. Ice. Now, you may kill me.