He eventually learns of the raid, and so does Becky who does this when the cops try to stop her from video taping the raid: Seriously, this is hilariously pretentious of Jamal, but I still love my baby. But this isn’t just any song, Jamal is performing for a Rolling Stone reporter who is doing a cover story on Jamal and his upcoming album, which is called The Artist because, I guess, the title I Masturbate to My Own Image was taken. raids the Empire building, you know, just in case anyone at home was curious what a federal raid sounds like if it were scored by Lamb Chop from Lamb Chop’s Play Along. We open with Jamal bleating out another song with the help of maximum autotune while the F.B.I.
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And if last night’s episode, “Poor Yorick,” is any indication, people best get on board because this show is the best damn soap opera on TV and it’s showing no signs of slowing down. So to the people complaining that the show has become a bowl of Fruit Loops and asking Empire to stop, that’s like asking black grandmas to not show up to the post office with rollers in their hair while humming a deep-cut Paul Robeson spiritual: IT AIN’T HAPPENING. The plan to dig up a dead body made about as much sense as Ikea-furniture directions, Cookie continued to dress like that auntie who stays trying to mack on the recently widowed pastor during Sunday church services, and Thirsty Rawlings basically proves that he, not God, is the inspiration behind the “Footprints in the Sand.” In short, everything was insane, which is to say that everything was perfect.
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