You know, the general manager of Diddy’s concubine basement is going to lose their job over these random negroids popping up on image services today.
Leon [or David Ruffin if you like to get high] hit up the Ryan Leslie experience last night in New York City. I’m still mad at Russell after all these years for leaving Robin high and dry when he found out that she was knocked up but I’m learning to cope.
Back in the day all the women in my family used to swoon over this brother. Now? Not so much. I know I don’t have room to talk about throwback crushes since I had a thing for a Tevin Campbell AND a rapper turned crack fiend but I was a naive child with a broken gaydar. Lord give me a sign!
Shouts out to Ne-yo’s Number One Dick Supplier for finding this precious gift from Virgo!