Pillsbury Dough Man and Barry White, whadafck?

There are somethings that just don't fcking go together.
Oil and Water.
Gasoline and Matches.
Janet Jackson and Jermaine Dupree (thank god it's over!).
Bushes and White Houses.
yaknowwhatimean?
a few days ago i'm listening to reality television while heating a boca burger for a quick meal, and I hear old school blaring from the television... you know barry white? and I'm cool, getting all warm and fuzzy, thinking maybe it's a commercial for some soulfest love jams cd... i glance over at the tv and see the Pillsbury fcking dough man, dancing with a crescent roll or something similar (okay, not really, or at least i hope not). barry white and a biscuit commercial? that's blasphemous! and at the end of the commercial these jokers had the unmitigated gall to say some shyt like the other "mr. white". my first thought is barry white must be rolling in biscuits and gravy in some soul food HELL right about now. then, it dawns on me that his fcking kids have no respect for the man or his legacy. so the next generation will equate one of r and b's most legendary voices with some damn biscuits, crescent and dinner rolls. what next? trojan using luther's "creepin" to sell condoms. linens and things using the isley brother's "between the sheets"? welch's grape jam using teddy riley's "jam" or worse using an improvisation one of black television most tragic moments... "jam! jam! jam!"
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