sista bitch & holly jalapeno liveblog the grammys bitch

W: Barbra Streisand. Without the H. Putaaaaa.
W: Bitch has done a lot uh shit and sang uh lot uh notes. (8:01pm)
M: Make sure you take your lotto numbers.
M: LL Cool J wears his sunglasses at night.
W: Princesses? Oooh, who dat?
M: R-E-S-P- WHUT?
W: Dose lips.
M: Ouh! Martina?!
M: (in response to J. Hud) Oh, she looks good.
M: (in response to Martina) No.
M: (in response to Florence) Oh, yes. Ginger bitch!
M: I'm sorry but Florence, but, her voice is going to be drowned out by those black bitches.
W: This song. Damn X Tina.
W: Who is sinigng that high note?!?! (ain't no way)
M: I kinda hate Christina Aguilera
W: Me too, but she killed it.
W: How much did she pay to get that?
M: This bitch has to go after (M, Re: Martina) Its like a four door sedan going against a dump truck.
W: Yeah?
M: Oh Ga--- Oh God.
W: Recover. Now.
M: yes, Recover. Xtina Aguilera is lookin smug.
W: Florence.
W: THis is a team effort.
M: Did you just fart?
M: Oh Jennifer Hudson looks like she is going to war.
M: She's killing it,
W:  Damn.
M: It's not forced.
W: It's a friendly competition.
M: Ladies, and gentement. Yolanda Adams.
W: Career Death.
W: This laptop is frying my balls off.
W: I suffer for my art.
W: We are only 10 minutes in.
(8:15pm)