Afternoon Snooze Button

So last week, we met McKinley high’s competition for sectionals. One is a delinquent girls’ school, and the other is a deaf school.

They, of course, invite the delinquents to perform so that we can be amazed by their ghetto dance moves and lack of clothing, as seen below.

Naturally, since they have more then one black person they are obligated to perform “Bootlyicious” by Beyonce.

Exhibit A: Ghetto dance moves

(Note: It’s glee club, not 50 Cent Music Video club)

Exhibit B: No clothing.

I think they actually just cloned the Pussycat Dolls and then put them on stage.

After being intimidated by Ghetto Girls Inc, they get “shaking your head like a freaky, freaky person” lessons from The Dumb One.

To quote: “It’s like cool epilepsy.”

Naturally, the Ohio glee club full of white people feels like they need to up their ghetto, ante. So, they try dressing up as slutty transexual cowboys.

(Note: It doesn’t work. They’re still a white glee club in Ohio.)

But then, salvation arrives in the form of the beautiful, non-singing deaf glee club.

Aww. Look at them, they’re speaking the words to a classic John Lennon song that, unlike Bootylicious, can be spoken out loud. Absolutely precious.

Wait, I’m sorry. What? There is a slutty cowboy/Beyonce in the middle of your Imagine. And she’s singing. Argh you are crashing their song. That is rude. Rude rude rude.

(If you disagree, think about this: the message here is that a deaf glee club can’t perform a full number without the assistance of the non-deaf.)

NO NO NO. Slutty transexual Beyonce cowboys, sit down. You are ruining the deaf choir’s number, and a John Lennon song.

But then, they all sing a song about rainbows in single colored T shirts, and everything is all okay again.

Rejoice! There is also non-music stuff in this episode:

Just in case you forgot that Gay Boy was gay, he’s dressed like Ne-Yo’s album cover, only without color coordination.

See what I mean?

Also they re-dressed Rachel. Now she gets to show off her boobs too. Finn, being male, immediately agrees to hang out on Friday night.

Then, she has to go screw it up and throwback into the seventies.

Prompting Huck (or as I call him, Huck Finn) to tell her (as nicely as possible), “You look like a sad clown hooker.” I really agree.

And, in the interest of having twenty competing story lines at once, Quinn and Puck have a babysitting jam/flirt session.

But (oh horror of horrors), while they were jamming, Mohawk boy was also sexting that other cheerleader. (Stereotype warning)

^He uses really amazing grammar and pronunciation while sexting for a guy with a mohawk who runs a pool cleaning/mom sexing operation.