MULLED VULVAS

This is exactly what I predicted and didn't so much fear as resigned myself to.

What else expect?

I mean, just look at that photo ~ absolutely says it all.

In fact, one picture paints a thousand words or however they'd say it over there.

You know when I knew we were up the greasy Limpopo without a forked stick?

When I heard that the Jo'burg stadium was being modeled on a friggin' calabash.

I jest not.

If you or I invited a bunch of dusky footie players over (no doubt insisting on their ancient tribal right to actually play barefoot, I wouldna be surprised), and if we showed them into a stadium shaped like a fucking calabash ... we would be inside a boiling pot quicker than you could prong a bone thru your conk, a grass-skirted Ju-Ju man hop, skip and jumping around us.

I mean, Vuvuzela?

Even the name should have beat out a warning tom-tom beat that the natives gwine be restless.

Voodoo Influenza Filter

He's out there ~ relevant Badass blare.

Solidarity Tones: More from the lynx-eared Sinbad of Sass, everything a Vulva Zealot needs to blow ... in B♭.

Hitler and the Vuvuzela: Buzz buzz buzz