Archive for November, 2007

Now This My Friend Is One Hell of a Side-Eye

Now This My Friend Is One Hell of a Side-Eye

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After reading the caption that accompanied this flick I can understand why Chubb Rock over there is giving Chaka the look of deceit.

Chaka Khan and kids of the Chaka Khan Foundation learn about a healthy life-style in regards to diet, the concept of fine dining, food pairings, food presentation and basic culinary techniques at the Chaka Khan Foundation Event at Crustacean Beverly Hills on November 25, 2007 in Beverly Hills, California.

Little man’s side-eye is killing me softly. She must have snatched the last crumpet off his plate. Maybe next time.

Poprah’s Past Enemy Strikes Again

Poprah’s Past Enemy Strikes Again

opie Poprahs Past Enemy Strikes AgainPopie has been accused of “dirty” tactics in trying to prevent Keifer Bonvillain from releasing a tell-all book on the business dealings of her company, Harpo Productions. Bonvillian was arrested on charged with extortion last year after attempting to sell recordings of a Harpo employee revealing Winfrey’s business affairs. The charge was thrown out of court. He said, “An office manager at Harpo broke his silence and his confidentiality agreement when he spoke freely about Oprah Winfrey’s private life and business affairs.”

Bonvillian now claims someone tried to rob him of the tapes after he announced he was using them to write a tell-all book about Winfrey’s business dealings. He claims Winfrey was responsible for the robbery as she wanted to keep her practices private.

The 37-year-old, who calls himself a “civil-rights activist,” has launched a Web site to try and get supporters for the publishing of his book, “Ruthless.”

Get that man, stans.

The "Say Something Nice" Challenge

The “Say Something Nice” Challenge

I must admit that I have been sleeping on Baby’s dramtic cunt ways for far too many years. I peeped his game back in ‘02 but didn’t think much of it. I wasn’t sure if it was bad acting or zest but I know better now. What can I say, you live and you learn.

But yeah, Rick Ross and Fat Joe’s tittayballs totally saved this video. Be nice kids.

CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE!

CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE! [1]

KELLZ1 CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE!

This bastard right here. Something in the milk ain’t clean but I don’t have to tell you what you already know.

Okay so why does Robert look like he just pulled up to one of the ‘To Catch A Predator’ sting homes? I’m just saying. He got that “I brought the wine coolers and condoms” expression going on.
[1] Don’t get it? Click here.

Will You Wear My Promise Ring?

Will You Wear My Promise Ring?

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Let’s play a little pre-Skanksgiving catch up.

The Digital Spy reported last week that famed pimp Bishop Don Magic Juan and James Brown’s widow Tomi Rae have swapped diamond rings. I know what you are thinking and I thought matching pimp goblets would have been more their speed but whatever.

Magic Juan said: “She says I’m the only one to make her cry and smile at the same time.” [I'm not 100 percent sure that I am in love with this statement. - - Fresh]

But Bishop admitted that he has to keep the relationship quiet because her lawyers believe it would not go down well in court if she were linked to the colourful character.

He said: “They won’t let us have it that way, and I understand.”

But Tomi Rae has denied that she is in a relationship with the former pimp and insisted they are just close friends, saying: “I gave him a ring, but it was just a gift. As far as I’m concerned, I’m the Godmother of Soul and I have no intentions of being with anybody else.”

A hot damn mess. More Tomi Rae fun under the cut.


I don’t care what anybody says, this never gets old. “I’ll kill ya if you leave!”

Oh Boom Kat

Oh Boom Kat

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Your friend and mine Boom Kat, Boom Kat Kat a/k/a/ Laurie Ann is speaking out again on why she plans to never work as a choreographer with Diddy again because of his supersized self-image.

“The problem was definitely P. Diddy and working with his ego,” she explained. “It was really him that gave me trouble because he couldn’t really understand that at certain points [the process] was difficult and hostile. I mean, the girls were amazing and the boys were not the problem. They were hard workers, and the show was definitely edited at times. It’s debatable, but a lot of people know that’s what it takes as a dancer.”

I feel what she is saying and while that is messed up who gives a shit at this point? I mean really. Does the last group he made even have a damn name yet? I swear I saw all of them momofukas stocking at Kroger late one night.

That’s Right

That’s Right

I hope everybody had a safe Turkey Day and all that jazz. Things will be back to normal tomorrow but for now please enjoy this New York muthafuckin’ Times on article Gaymonn. Thanks to all who sent an email! Me love you long time.

gaymonn1 Thats RightWHAT follows is, in brief (well, not so brief), the curious tale of how a handsome black man who can also look an awful lot like a beautiful black woman, except with better legs than most and a beard, happened to end up on the November cover of French Vogue.

The time was summer 2007. The man, who goes by the name Andre J., and who was born Andre Johnson 28 years ago in Newark, and who is a sometime party promoter and former perfume salesclerk at Lord & Taylor and former publicist at Patricia Field’s boutique and current downtown personage (an “It” person, as he was termed in Paper magazine), was running out of his apartment on Thompson Street in the Village for lunch.

It was a hot day. On this particular scorcher, Andre J. had chosen to stay cool in a neon green caftan and gold gladiator sandals. His hair, which, pulled taut, measures 24 inches in length and which he usually wears in a bouffant nimbus that gives him the appearance, as a magazine stylist recently remarked, of “a big Afro-daisy,” was dressed that day in a 1970s Wet & Wild style and covered in a enormous white turban à la Nina Simone.


This was not an unusual grab-a-sandwich ensemble, as Andre J. is quick to point out. “That’s me every day, honey,” Andre J. said on Friday, right before a party at a club called Runway to honor his election to the elite cover girl sorority, Gallic chapter.

“Most people are conditioned to think of a black man looking a certain way,” Andre J. went on. “They only think of the ethnic man in XXX jeans and Timberlands, and here Andre J. comes along with a pair of hot shorts and a caftan or maybe flip-flops or cowboy boots or a high, high heel.” [continue]

Wife Sues Hubby for Share of Lotto Winnings Kept Secret

Wife Sues Hubby for Share of Lotto Winnings Kept Secret

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The couple in happier times on their wedding day


I’m not dealing with this today.

campbell2 Wife Sues Hubby for Share of Lotto Winnings Kept SecretDonna Campbell’s husband had the six figures he needed to win a cut of a $19 million Florida lottery jackpot, and now Campbell has six figures she wants from the man she says disappeared without sharing the prize — $300,000.

Campbell is suing her husband, Arnim Ramdass, for half of the $600,000 she claims was his share of a lump-sum payout when he and several coworkers at American Airlines hit the jackpot in June 2007.

She filed the suit in Miami-Dade Circuit Court in early November. Ramdass, however, cannot be found.

Richard Lara, Campbell’s lawyer, said that after his client and Ramdass, 51, fought about the lottery ticket, he stopped showing up for work and disappeared.

Campbell, 47, a runner-up at the 1979 Miss Trinidad and Tobago beauty pageant and a former model, started becoming suspicious after the June 20 lottery drawing when she noticed her husband of seven years acting oddly, Lara said.

First, the Internet service was shut off, and then the telephone went dead, Lara said.

When Campbell asked her husband why her access was being cut off, he told her he was just switching carriers, the lawyer said.

But Campbell’s suspicions grew when a postcard arrived in the mail thanking Ramdass for the purchase of a new home. Campbell hadn’t heard anything about the sale from her husband.

Campbell told CourtTVnews.com that they still didn’t have Internet service at home, but she went online and found her answer with a simple search: a press release from the Florida lottery.

The press release said a $19 million jackpot went to a company called Ibis Corporation, listing the names of a group of her husband’s coworkers. There was a Ramdass on the list, but it wasn’t Campbell’s husband — it was Janelle Ramdass, his daughter from a previous marriage. The company, Lara contends, was formed as way to hide the money from Campbell.

Lara said Campbell went home and asked her husband, “Don’t you have something to tell me?” [continue]

Hello Dahlings

Hello Dahlings

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Sorry I’ve been MIA lately. My ADD goes into overdrive around the holiday season plus I have been working hard in the kitchen since this is the first Thanksgiving that I will contribute something to my family’s feast. Wish me luck! If all fails I am buying five cases of Chek and calling it a momofukin’ day.

Mimi promoted her new insecticide at Macy’s in Glendale, California on Tuesday. All her chunkalicious stans came out to support her.

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Kimora Cares

Kimora Cares

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KLS and the Kimussells visited St. Vincent’s Pediatric Unit in New York City on Tuesday. It’s nice to see Kimora taking a break from her regularly bitch fits. Aoki Lee along with James’ profuse sweating are my only reasons for watching ‘Life in the Fab Lane’ on Sunday nights. No diss Ming.

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