Smoove…

My sister and I have had this long-running inside joke for years now. It’s not funny to everyone else, mind you. Just funny to us. Thus, the inside part. One day, while shopping at the MAC counter at Nordstrom (for all you men out there, MAC is makeup), we were trying to find the perfect shades of lipstick. And if you’ve ever shopped for MAC lipstick, the names are the most entertaining part of the process. My sister picked one that was called “SMOOVE.” Yes. Smoove. Kind of like the word smooth, but much smoother than smooth, really. It’s like smooth cubed. Smooth to the infinite degree, even. It’s SMOOVE. From that day forward, whenever someone did something cheesy, trying to ACT all smooth, we’d look at each other and simply say, “SMOOVE.”

You see where I’m going here.

Well, that’s what Bo is in the following clip. It’s the only way I can describe him, speaking at the Congressional Black Caucus, not knowing where in the hell his teleprompter is and having to have someone move him to the other side of the stage so he can actually speak to the audience fromhis handy-dandy talking machine. All in a very suave-like fashion to the infinite degree. Oh yes.

It’s smoooooove personified. Leave it to Bo to make a MAC lipstick come alive.