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Serena Williams had a “Fuck Enthusiasm” mug on strong at Israel’s “From Vision to Reality” Celebration in Hollywood yesterday. It looks like her feet hurt and she is suffering from a bad case of gas, but she was man enough to suck it up and strut. You’ve gotta appreciate that.
In what has to be the most random event of the entire week, Faizon Love responded to Funkmaster Flex’s previous comments towards R.Kelly — basically dissing him and saying that Flex has no business in the matter. Well, if you think about it, neither one of you big black ass Negroes have any business in the matter…but whatever. Enjoy Wendell’s angry little rant.

My Little Pony & The Wish I Got A Paycheck Dreams hit the stage in Philly yesterday as part of the 2008 Rock The Vote Road Trip. There was probably a noticeable smell of old yaki and crawfish circling around in the air, but as long as the crowd got a performance, right? I’d just like to know when Sol-Angel’s background singers will get a costume change. Is Amerie not sewing fast enough back at the crypt?
More Fat Free Creole under the cut!
Funkmaster Flex and his ashy face damn near killed me today. In the above video, he calls out R.Kelly and his fondness for young kitty in a very aggressive manner. If only I could have passed him some chapstick…oh, well.

English fashion designer Vivienne Westwood put all these model hoes to shame yesterday during an appearance at London Fashion Week. Dollicia, who? I think she deserves to be greased up and sprawled out in Kanye’s next video. Does that good shit she is serving up above not get you to tingling? Bow down!
Gary “Ashy Arm” Coleman (check the header on the site) is always ready to crack a few skulls wide the fuck open, according to recent reports.
Coleman, 40, was backing out of a bowling alley around midnight on Sept. 6 when his truck hit Colt Rushton, 24, as well as another car. Rushton was taken to a local hospital and treated for minor injuries.
Witnesses said Coleman became irritated after Rushton photographed him. The two argued in the bowling alley and then moved outside, Lt. Wright said.
Rushton’s attorney, Dustin Lance, said in a statement: “This wasn’t a situation of paparazzi or stalker-razzi, this was a fan snapping two photographs with a cell phone.” [ source ]
Arnold was charged yesterday with reckless driving and disorderly conduct. They should have also pinned him with leaving the house without triple strength cocoa butter, but it’s cool. You know, if I looked like Gary, I probably wouldn’t want my picture taken too often either. However, that is no excuse for acting like a crazy ass Geechee.
Complex Magazine gave Diddy’s backup pubic braider, Aubrey O’ Day, the cover of their October issue. Of course, her balloons are out and she is licking her lips — you know, the usual shit!
Now, the “Fury” in me wants to touch base on the fact that she looks like she drinks sperm smoothies with each meal, but I’m not going to say that. I’ll give the chick a pass this time, because she has gone out in public looking far worse! This shit ain’t that bad.

If crack doesn’t kill, then it sure as hell brings folk back from the dead. Amy Winehouse was once again doing her usual London stroll when the ‘razzi caught up with her looking like Sam the Eagle. Her music is great and all, but she needs more than mere help — she needs to be touched by the blood of King Jesus. All jokes aside, I’m sure homegirl is on the brink of death at this point. So, I almost feel bad for laughing at these photos…almost.
So, Pissy King Jr. R.Kelly caught up with BET (60 Minutes probably didn’t give a shit) for a “first and last” interview about his life after the trial. The whole thing felt like someone was passing around slices of bullshit pie. From the words of the wise Laurie Ann Gibson: “Corn juice is corn juice!”. Robert and BET may continue to carry out the devil’s work, but we all know what’s up. There is a reason why so many people think you are guilty, Kels — it’s because you piss on females who still wear Strawberry Shortcake panties. Move on!
Check out everyone’s favorite Knowles (besides Baby D) in her new Dereon ad. Those Creolesians keep pumping out hits, and they dare a bitch to try and stop them. Tina may have a hit out on me, but I will continue to love these awkward ass ads. I have no clue what Madame Carter’s “catch me if you can” pose is supposed to mean…and it thrills me.
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