Yes, I know I already told you to watch "So You Think You Can Dance", but that was before Comfort. 

Oh, sweet Comfort.  Everytime she opens her mouth, ghetto gold falls out.



That lame dude that is dancing with her (I already forgot his name) should thank his lucky gay stars that he got himself a ride on the Comfort wagon.  The last time I saw someone have less sexual chemistry with a woman in lingerie, bachelor Greg ended up with an orange stain on his pants from the dancer's fake tan. 

You probably can't tell on the YouTube clip, but she had a nipple slip during the dance in her "bra and panties and beads" that went un-remarked on.  I bet her entire boob could have fallen out and she might not have noticed.  She is easily my favorite reality show contestant since Kathleen "I know, right?" Dujour from America's Next Top Model. She has the same combination of no self-consciousness, honesty, and ghetto-ness.




So, how far can this Comfort ride last? Her jive wasn't very good on Wednesday, but she sailed through the eliminations last night.  Still, I imagine at some point her reluctance to dance with people lookin at her all seckshooalay is going to catch up with her, so tune in now while you can.