I have one word for the new MTV reality series Daddy’s Girls: insufferably boring. Okay, that’s two words.

Daddy’s Girls is just plain bad on every level. From the obviously scripted lines to the pathetic attempt at a I Love New York-style surprise date with an apparent actor named “Schwee” (yeah, right).

The producers had to squeeze this foolishness into a compact 30 minutes, so the scenes moved fairly quickly.

The show follows Rev. Run’s entrepreneur daughters Angela and Vanessa Simmons as they move to Los Angeles full time to open a West coast office for Pastry, their successful shoe and clothing line.

Watching this show made me realize that Vanessa and Angela were not the main ingredient that made MTV’s Run’s House so wildly popular. I realized I missed the genuine, heartfelt interaction between Rev. Run, Justine, Russy and Diggy. Angela and Vanessa came off like a couple of talking wind up plastic dolls.

Obviously the producers realized that. So to help infuse some life into show, the girls enlist the services of their “cousin” Jessica, a hyper lesbun (left) who quickly takes a liking to the girls’ dopey neighbor Alicia (right) who has great taste in Louis Vuitton handbags.

In fact, it’s the obvious sexual tension between the LSLH Alicia and the Chocolate Tai Jessica that kept my interest. If not for them I would have turned the channel.

Honestly, I don’t even think an eventual romp in the sack between those two would make me tune in to Daddy’s Girls again.