Now if you are going to jack one’s wig game the least you could do is pull it off the right way. I mean, really!

I suppose this is a promotional photo for Ashanti’s “upcoming” album. Seeing as how I am not a fan of hers, I am definitely failing to understand her new attitude (can’t say I give a damn either). She is giving me some kind of Pulp Fiction/Vampire in Brooklyn feel here…like she bit Nelly’s penis off and keeps it in that cup.

[ spotted at ThatGrapeJuice // shouts to Ed the World Famous ]

L’Mama looks like a melted pack of Tropical Laffy Taffy sticks.

My reaction to this was very much like her body language in that first photo. I just don’t get it, but somebody else does…somewhere…God bless ‘em. Lil Mama’s debut album, VYP: Voice of the Young People, is in stores today.

Check out Forhedda leaving KFC (it figures) draped up like a tart version of one of The Lost Boys. Is that a Dereon bow?

I love how homegirl with the autumn sunrise hairdo talked Rih-Rih into adding her to the entourage — trying to be famous by association. Get on the Greyhound and take your clown-head ass home, girl!

You know, Plies is an artist all his own. I don’t understand him and that is okay. I respect him because like he continuously says, he is real. On the other hand, I would have picked a less horrifying cover for an album. I’m just saying…this is the kind of shit that traumatizes babies.

His lips just reminded me of something. I have some left over sausage links in the icebox! Now all I need is some pancake batter.