Mystery has made Kosmo the winner of VH1′s Pick Up Artist, and I’m still waiting for Ed McMahon to come knocking on my door with balloons and a check telling me I won the American Family Publishing sweepstakes.
Kosmo is deemed the Master Pick Up Artiest by Mystery. I wonder what kind of stigma he’s going to have now going around town with that tittle under his belt?
Ladies, if you saw any of those guys in the field would you want to date them now that they’ve been coached by Mystery? I’d rather be blissfully ignorant and not know that my man went to “pick up school”. But then again, a winner is a winner. Annnnddd, beggers can’t be choosers. Not that I’m begging….
Gasmii, here’s the part of the show that made me angry, right before Mystery announced the winner, he said, “I’m going to grant the winner to my social circle.” Mystery save it!! Wow, thank you for gracing me to your social circle.
The best part was Kosmo’s closing line: “I’m not a player, I’m not a pimp, I’m a pick up artist.” I think that ruins his whole game; the art of picking up is not something you should be bragging about like Mystery does. I think Mystery is a loser, entertaining nonetheless, but a loser. Let’s set the record straight: he wears eyeliner, and Snoopy goggles over his doo rag.
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Kosmo!!! Quit while you’re ahead, take your new found confidence and don’t call yourself a pick-up artist. That word means the same thing to me as being a Subway Sandwich Artist. So, unless you’re ready to ask people if they want white or wheat, drop the tittle.
Truth be told, If they have a season 2, I’d watch it.