The Real Housewives star flew above all the haters this week and invited fans out to her Atlanta boutique, TAGS, for a a pole-dancing lesson. The retail industry is vicious and a bitch has gotta make these sales…even if it means the owner has to put together a Hoe Shit workshop. Don’t judge Kandi — I hear CitiTrends is working on a Spin It Like A Spinning Top Seminar hosted by Sissy Nobby! Sign up before all the spots fill up!
I have got to give it to KaTrina Laverne — she may not be the best female lyricist, but she definitely keeps herself relevant. This chick went from sugar water, hot sausages, and Liberty City dreams to dropping her fifth album. Not many women make it that far, especially after be punctured by Dwayne Carter’s man meat.
I’m not crazy about this record (personally I prefer the smooth sounds of “Dang-A-Lang”), but I have witnessed the response from the lacefront warriors and butch queens during club hours. I’ve never seen so many people clap them thighs in my life. The video probably could have had a few more scenes in it; the whole thing was pretty basic. However, I’m sure Khia will still grind her teeth in disgust and Geisha will continue walking with her heavy pussy.
When I’m having a really rough time and can’t get my chin up, I think to myself…”I could really use a new Rihanna video today!”, and that’s just what I get.
The new flick for “Rude Boy”, Rihanna’s 3rd Rated R single, just hit the net. The song is basically about big penises, their ability to gain erections, and rough intercourse — just in case you were wondering. The video is more like a mix of clips from M.I.A., Major Lazer, Solange, and a hint of Kitty Kat.
The Limited Edition Bratz Doll let her chest cannons free for the latest cover of GQ Magazine. Is it just me or does this girl love being naked? Well she looks great, so if you’ve got it, I guess you should flaunt it. Maybe I’ll change my header to a photo of me doing a split in some Calvin Klein drawers, while eating a bag of FunYuns in a sexual manner. That oughta increase the traffic!
It’s been a while since our last dose of hoodrat tunes, but that super-gutter, Black & Mild music is back! I have actually been meaning to post this record for a while — Black Shades by Brisco, featuring Jacki-O, Billy Blue, and BallGreezy (YES, I said Ballgreezy!). This is for all you fools who wear shades at night to hide your drugged up eyes from the nightlife. Who’s got the Solo cups?
Derek Blanks just keeps cranking out these flicks! Now Precious’ mama is getting the star treatment!
I love Mo’Nique so very much and these photos are beautiful, but that damn talk show on EBT is far too many things. The yelling, the soon-to-be-unemployed guests, the senior citizens in the audience — it’s a bit much. Then all that dancing in the intro is ridiculous. I can go to Winn-Dixie, buy a ham, come home, cook that bitch all the way through, and make fresh biscuits from scratch, and everybody will still be dancing on The Mo’Nique show.
I tried to get my life, and I failed. Still Mo’Nique is wonderful and Oscar-bound! Anyway, back to the pretty pictures.
The Real Street-Skeezers of Hollywood, Amber Rose & Coco, showed up and showed out at the after-party for a New York screening of Chris Rock’s Good Hair yesterday. Oh, how I enjoy these women. I bet that event smelled like latex and Negro scrotum when the ladies arrived. Karrine Steffans could never…
Female rappers are so damn tragic these days. I’ve loved Shawnna since jersey dresses, but like other rap chicks, she just up and disappeared one day. Now, she’s coming back…with her back stacked! I don’t know how I feel about this shit. I’m gonna have to get with Geisha and Khia so we can come up with a conclusion.
Street Fighter looks like he is enjoying his community service and so are the lady cops of Richmond, Virgina. Yanking up weeds and moving around trash can really work up a sweat. So, Chris decided to give his nipples fresh air and dry off. How can the teen girls, butch queens, and lonely cougars stay mad at this kid?