I just saw an ad for one of the Law and Order shows -- can't keep the damned things straight and I couldn't really care less -- that features some extreme fighter "and Ice Tea's wife, Cocoa. Cocoa Tea? That's just gross.
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2007.11.21
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Happy Thanksgiving, honey.
I saw a show where Ice-Tea was showing off his bedroom, which is wall-to-wall mirrors, because he likes to see Cocoa . . . whatever. And his musician colleagues said that Cocoa, unlike other wives, is always welcome on tour, because she's . . . a ho, or something like that. Maybe they were talking about her Christmas spirit, I don't know.
But, yea, Cocoa Tea is too much. I say pick one and stick with it.
Posted by: Susie | 2007.11.22 at 10:05 AM