So, R. Kelly and that girl from BET who slept with LisaRaye’s husband were shaking ass and shit in Chicago this past weekend, and at some point this happened. I don’t know how this mystery woman managed to get her Stanley Steemer so close to Robert’s nostrils, but frankly I’m disgusted. Not because she’s making the singer sniff her fish box — I’m sick at that horrible ass outfit she’s displaying. Pay attention, ladies! This is something you don’t wear to the club, unless you’re giving sucky in the bathroom to keep your lights on.
I don’t know who this woman is, or why she is trying to come for Geisha’s new hit single, but this shit right here needs to be nominated for a VMA. Please turn your speakers up and fall into the full experience of this smash in the making!
So as I was lurking on WorldStarHipHop.com this afternoon, partaking in ghetto fight clips, I stumbled across a video by an artist named P. Reign (insert side-eye here), and I noticed something interesting — this Canadian rapper is supposedly “Drake’s Artist”. Therein lies my confusion.
How in the name of Droopy’s red perm can Drake have an artist when he’s still Lil Wayne’s artist? He doesn’t even have an album out! Survey says: F.O.H. — Fuck Outta Here!
I might as well get it out of the way and out of my system. The Internet is giving Lil Mama the business after he dragged his uninvited testicles onstage during Jay-Z’s performance of “Empire State of Mind” during last night’s VMAs. This is the same butch queen that was telling another transgendered women to act like a lady.
Shade Moss is doing the most these days and I’m not a fan of his antics at all. He’s lucky Solange and Matthew didn’t snatch him up by the roots and toss that ass out into the streets like a javelin. My Lord.
Update: Lil Mama Apologizes! Twitter Continues to Pick On Her.
I just can’t deal with this shit on a Friday. This photo that Steph Jones took is holding my soul for ransom and I am seeking justice! That’s what I get for snooping through people’s Twitpic pages. I can’t even describe my thoughts on this sweet slice of honeydew melon above. Please provide your thoughts.
So, some child who goes by the name SpokenReasons was blocked on Twitter by Necole Bitchie for God knows what. He, in turn, decided to make this monkey-fool-banana-rum-shrimp-cocktail ass video on Youtube dedicated to her. Clearly, the Internet is giving people far too much freedom.
This is what happens when you have too much leisure time. Idle hands are a tool of the devil and this shit has inspired me to go do something productive. I think I’m going to go build a spaceship or something. Bye.
Forhedda is evolving from random walks down the sidewalk for hot propaganda. Now she’s licking, kissing, and biting on random club promoters and DJs for Wireimage slots — what a transition! Maybe those shades obstructed her vision and she was really looking for Chris Brown’s scrotum, but that’s just my theory.
So, R. Kelly and that girl from BET who slept with LisaRaye’s husband were shaking ass and shit in Chicago this past weekend, and at some point this happened. I don’t know how this mystery woman managed to get her Stanley Steemer so close to Robert’s nostrils, but frankly I’m disgusted. Not because she’s making the singer sniff her fish box — I’m sick at that horrible ass outfit she’s displaying. Pay attention, ladies! This is something you don’t wear to the club, unless you’re giving sucky in the bathroom to keep your lights on.
