Instead of his usual retreats to sundrenched Carribean Islands and weeks on the spiked leashes of nappy haired "rough girls", Don Imus will be spending two weeks in the hood to see that its hard out there for a nappy-haired bigmouth.
The only water sport shock-jock Imus, the Rush Limbaugh of inanity, will be the innercity Riviera better known as the JohnnyPump. The fire hydrant has cooled off more urban youth than radio has assholes and now, let Imus see how nappy his tacky toupee gets under the torrents of the pump.
South Bronx kids have been spraying the faux racist with their best tin can directed rapids. While the water rushes out of the hydrant kids place hollowed out tin cans right on the lip and hold on for dear life.
Other have been depants-ing Imus right down to his shock-jock. Yesterday they turned the bottomless blabbermouth around, bent him over and made him hoe for a day.
The usually loquacious radio impersonality has been rather quiet throughout his Ghetto Fantasy Camp. The last words he uttered as this reporter was getting out of SoBro befo Dark was: "What's moos are up, (whimper, whine)?!"