OK, you know I’ve got mad love for Teen Top. No, really. Stop looking at me like that. “No More Perfume On You” has been my jam lately. Mostly because I didn’t know what the words meant. Thanks to Simon and Martina, however, I realize now what a hot mess that whole concept is and I must join them in asking, “WTF is their management thinking?” I might be a creeper but come on, people. This is some Mary Kay Laterneau shit up in here.
YUNHO: Dude, check out my new look. It’s like, Billy Ray Cyrus meets Foghorn Leghorn. Badass, right? I call it chic-ken. Like “chic” + “chicken.” Get it?
MAX: Dude, maybe it’s time to lay off the soju.
YUNHO: You’re one to talk. Where did you get those janky clip-ons from, my old Barbies?
YUNHO: I meant my sister’s old Barbies.
MAX: Sure you did, Yunho. Sure you did.
Greetings, friends and Korean pop music (k-pop) lovers and drive-by snarkers. You might know me from my teen movie/TV/lit blog, The Unicorner. Here I will continue to do what I do best–provide my unsolicited and completely unbiased commentary and hope it brings some lulz. Any and all feedback is welcome, unless you are a jerk, in which case I suggest you direct your energies into a more useful pastime such as needlepoint or crocheting toilet roll covers. Or you could just leave your comment anyway. It might be amusing. But probably not. We’ll see.
Now sit back, relax, grab yourself a bubble tea or some kimchi and enjoy your stay!
And no, this is not my gif. Credit goes to whomever I ganked it from.