Word around the complex is that ATL Housewives and beef buddies, Nene and Kim, might be getting the boot after they demanded larger paychecks from Bravo! Oop!

Casting for season 3 has not been finalized yet, but I don’t see why Bravo would axe their biggest stars. I mean, who else is going to give us plastic wigs and hoodrat quotes to laugh at? Coffee breaks will never be the same without these two! Anyway, I have a question for you!

Let’s climb down to the D-List for a second, shall we? What in the name of Buy-One-Get-One-Free are these two safari beasts doing together…and in public? Ja Rule and Tila Tequila were spotted at the 2009 Robin Hood Foundation’s Food For Good event yesterday. No word on if they were donating the food are looking to take some home, but it will probably remain a mystery.

This is an example of what can happen when you stop feeding Eddie Murphy his daily dose of sugar cubes and barley, and are left with no other source of meaningless publicity — you end up wearing Kim Zoliack wigs to events for shit you’ve never heard of. Doom!

Scary Spice was pushing her Louboutins at the launch of Glaceau Vitamin Water in London yesterday. I’m sure she’s probably working on her own reality show about being a mother and wife of a drag queen, and rolling around in Donkey’s child support coins.

Wanita of The Cardboard Box is poking her head up for fresh air and recognition! She posted this odd album cover on her Twitter page yesterday with the caption “Coming Soon! 12.08.09″. Diddy’s furry balls can’t hold all these artists down and that’s nice. However, I don’t see this shit becoming a stocking stuffer at my damn house. You might see it on the side of the road with sprinkles of marijuana over it, though.

Ciara finally quit the music industry to serve frozen beverages and fruit in Los Angeles. Okay, you know I’m lying, but how long could it possibly be before that becomes a reality for her?

Anyway, cousin Ci-Ci visited some spot called Millions of Milkshakes with her BFF, Kim Kardashyknees, for some warm and toasty publicity yesterday. Let’s hope she doesn’t end up doing the crab-walk with coke up her nose in some random club soon. I don’t trust the company she’s keeping these days.

Yung Joc is the latest puppy to poke his head up from the box behind Bad Boy’s dumpster and cry out for freedom. In this video you can hear the rapper admit to a frustrating situation with his label, including his boss preventing him from releasing his music. Imagine that.

I respect Sean Combs as a businessman, but I’d NEVER work for him. Bitch, I could be strung out on the streets of Manhattan waiting to be discovered, and if Diddy passed by and offered me a contract, I’d ask for a McDonald’s coupon instead and keep it moving. He won’t have me living in a shelter and crying about oppression.

Chris Stokes’ original booty-filler is done with the days of You Got Served, Sister Sister re-runs, and that tragic excuse for a horror film. Mama, she wants to sing! I had no idea that Roger even had another album on the way — he’s even got two videos out! Well, I respect him for not using twitter shenanigans and propaganda to get our attention. If his project flops, it will do so gracefully. Besides, Cajun Grill is always accepting applications.

The Seed of Wanda Sykes is still out soaking in the flashing lights in her Walgreens wig. She hit the black carpet in Hollywood for yesterday’s premiere of G.I. Joe looking lovely. Might as well, seeing as how her whole career is pretty much in a clearance bin.

Star Jones and her loose skin showed up at Two Trees Farm for a much needed photo op. Unfortunately, she felt the need to drag another poor bitch into the mix with her. That dog didn’t ask for this terror, I’m sure. Hey, mama’s gotta get the press where she can. 

This gargoyle goblin girl has fucked up for the last time. I officially give up on her and let the record show that she has no hope and no love in this part of the apartment complex. Thank you and good night.