Glazed and Confused: Courtney Lynette, Lil Dicky (Dave season 1), Tit KOs, and Deer Decoy Sex

Pop Uncultured

This week on Pop Uncultured, everyone is racist except me! I'm good-hearted and pure, and a firm, steadfast ally to the jinks and the coloreds! Even though they're racist and I'm not, I have JY and Mike join me to discuss many matters of great import, such as what's funnier: farts or balls? By the way, it's a special day because it marks our first time recording PUP with Mike where we don't watch gay porn! You're welcome or I'm sorry! Either way, we might as well have because we sure talk about it ad nauseam (shoutout ANP). We watch the opening of the season finale of Dave starring famous jink Lil' Dicky, which has a song about our favorite thing: gay oral sex. It's also about balls, in part. Want to know which race of balls Mike and JY hate the most? Tune in to find out! I don't partake in that problematic line of questioning, but that's because I'm an ally and I don't respond to that type of filth-talk.
Speaking of filth, guess who's back on our radar... Weighing in at 46 pounds, hailing from a lumberyard in Tennessee, standing at 3-feet 8-inches tall: COURTNEY LYNETTE! That's right, ladies and gentlemen and non-gender-conforming question mark people, the MLM shampoo huckster is back in a big way. This time she's gotten herself caught in a whole new web of lies, stealing "black friend" valor with a homeless vagrant from the rancid slums of Chicago. In the past, we knew Courtney merely as a YouTube con artist trying to wheedle granny's last nickel for a bottle of scalp-melting shampoo, but now she's taken it too far. JY's "accidental" stalking of this pint-sized piece of driftwood yielded interesting new information: she's a Christian. Probably even accepted the light of the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ into her heart. Revolting. Evidently, a big part of being a God-fearing, upper middle class white girl is to take bus trips to hobo camps, snatch up the first dirt-smudged wretch you see, and force it to take a photograph with you before proceeding to post it on Instagram and weave a tale of falsehoods. Glory unto God and all that jazz.
This one's a doozy, so make sure to smash that like button and click the bell for notifications I'm still secretly gay don't tell my dad seriously he'll flip out