The dusty cowgirl blush of this blog befits a brief discussion of the most juicy hidden gem of last night's Time Warner cable programming: "Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team". These savage vixens oooozzzee Texas sexuality as they sashay, shimmy, and squeeze into their microscopic uniforms for thirty whole minutes. They even run through tires. And it's fascinating. Their coach is the meanest beauty-pageant mom in Texas; a competitive ex-DCC herself who really kicks with her spurs and has no tolerance for brunettes, flat chests or God forbid, backfat. The most embarrassing thing about this show is that it's on CMT. Country. Music. Television. So the reality is: you're watching CMT. And that is not without its bizarre connotations. One example being that this program is followed by "Trick My Truck"...the shit-kicking version of "Pimp My Ride". Next thing you know, you're watching the 2007 CMA's and fantasizing about Carrie Underwood.
Giddyup.
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