Crush of the Week: Mel B…Mississippi Cot Damn!

Man, Me and Mel B. go back to when a young playa was just hittin puberty.  I remember watchin the “Spice Girls” on “The Box” and bein like “I am movin to England.”  Everytime I used to hear “tell me whatcha want. whatcha really really want!”  I got the shivers.  Then I saw her on “Dancin with the Stars”-post fetus, and yelled out “Ohmigawd!” 

If i just met her one good time, I swear she would never want to leave.  Not only cuz I am a fly guy, but because Eddie Murphy caught her on the rebound.  That right there lets me know what time is.  No disrespect to Eddie, because he’s got a mean ol’ arm.  But I got that rap and that mouthpiece.  Let me sprinkle some sizzlin in yo’ ear Ms. Brown (yeah, I know your government name):

Your name lingers on my mind like Dandelion leaves in the wind, lazily, coyly, meandering into the entrance of my loins, I mean heart.  Your form haunts my soul and the very mention of your name pierces my heart, til I am crucified again and again and again from my own mad rantings…”Ms. Brown Ms. Brown Ms. Brown!”  Why?  Cuz I’m nasty.

I went “Love Jones” on y’all. Honorable mention is Leona Lewis.  Don’t really like her music, but definitely a fan of that face.

 

I will be any one of you ladies “American Boy” and I am way taller than 5′7″.  Til we meet sweet ladies…

Cav out.