I hope you had a wonderful Christmas, and your New Years will be either off the chain or chilled out, whichever way you prefer to celebrate this annual occasion.
I was perusing Flickr the other day, and came across this baby’s side-eye that worked my soul to another level! I don’t know what that baby’s grandmama did to warrant such a look, but she’s lettin’ her have it, you hear me?
Shame on you if you’re not down with the love movement that is The Bocks yet! Crunkster Yes submitted this piece of high quality fuckery to the video section. I don’t know exactly what this . . . woman is rambling about but hallelujah any how.
With the deaths of two family members weeks prior still fresh on the brain I was in no mood to party when New Year’s Eve rolled around last year. Instead of staying home and listening to 808’s and Stomach Aches I plan on hitting the scene Wednesday with a few of my friends and grinding against a random middle age white man when the clock strikes midnight. How do you plan on celebrating 2009?
Ozonemag.com has a funny entry about ‘celebrity’ hosted events in Las Vegas that left me shaking my head. Two of the fucking members of New Kids on the Block are charging momofukas $150 to come party with them. I mean really! The fuck is up with that picture? Now if this was oh, say, Frankie Cole we were talking about I wouldn’t mind paying top dollar but it isn’t. Donnie + Danny?!
Watch 106 & Park’s fake NYE show for free > Spend $10 partying with JoJo Simmons and Team Blackout at the rec center
I almost cried this past weekend when I saw Brooke Valentine showing off her HUD apartment on an old episode of Cribs but this is just down right depressing.
T.Error Mari saved up a month worth of checks from Steak N’ Shake and hired a photographer + glam squad to revamp her look. Survey says! Still not interested.
I highly doubt the validity of the following since the dirt arrived via the National Enquirer but when my eyes scanned ‘dirty gutter rats’ my face lit up like your boy Joe in this picture. It’s just the little things that makes this country gal glow!
Beyonce Knowles has infuriated Janet Jackson – by suggesting her family is lower class.
The former Destiny’s Child singer said in a recent interview, “I grew up upper class. Private school. My dad had a Jaguar. We’re African-American and we work together as a family, so people assume we’re like The Jacksons.
“But I didn’t have parents using me to get out of a bad situation.”
Knowles’ comments were not welcome – and Janet now plans to confront her R&B rival.
A source tells the National Enquirer magazine, “Beyonce’s remark came out of left field and really stung Janet. She blew up.
“Yes, Janet and the Jackson family came from Gary, Indiana, and there was a time they barely squeaked by. But Janet has many loving memories and is incensed that Beyonce would make a crack like that.
Keyshia had a hell of a fashion fumble a couple of weeks back but she has been looking good every since. Although I’m giving that Solange-approved jacket the side-eye of death there is no denying she stepped her stylista game up this year. Andre Leon Talley would be proud! Now if she could only get Neffie’s eyebrows and nape area on board.
She performed at Power 99’s Holla-Day Jam in Camden, New Jersey last night along with Lil’ Wayne, Keri Hilson [she not gon' give up, no she ain't gon' let up] and Travis McCoy of Gym Class Heroes.
Oh how I have missed Crunkland! Listen, I love my relatives just as much as the next Knowles but I’m glad to be back in my own damn house.
But I digress.
Future XXL Eye Candy of the Month and overall dick stiffener Diana Morgan and three other ladies of the night were arrested by Memphis police and charged with selling ass within a mile and a half of a church or school last week. Each suspect has numerous local previous arrests except for one.
Free Diana! The police in M-Town should be out fighting real crime. Eightball and MJG have been impersonating muppets for years and nobody has done shit about it.
Happy Late Christmas Crunksters! I have been spending so much time with Mama Fresh I almost forgot my fuckery responsibilities! If you could find it in your heart to forgive me this holiday season I would appreciate it.
My heart is heavy with the sad news that Eartha Kitt has passed away from colon cancer. It seems like we have really been losing a lot of our legends around holidays . . .
Eartha Kitt, a sultry singer, dancer and actress who rose from South Carolina cotton fields to become an international symbol of elegance and sensuality, has died, a family spokesman said. She was 81.
Andrew Freedman said Kitt, who was recently treated at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital, died Thursday in Connecticut of colon cancer.
Kitt, a self-proclaimed “sex kitten” famous for her catlike purr, was one of America’s most versatile performers, winning two Emmys and nabbing a third nomination. She also was nominated for several Tonys and two Grammys.
Her career spanned six decades, from her start as a dancer with the famed Katherine Dunham troupe to cabarets and acting and singing on stage, in movies and on television. She persevered through an unhappy childhood as a mixed-race daughter of the South and made headlines in the 1960s for denouncing the Vietnam War during a visit to the White House.
Through the years, Kitt remained a picture of vitality and attracted fans less than half her age even as she neared 80. [source]
Kid Fury, here. I hope everyone and their families are having a pleasant Christmas Eve. It’s raining in Miami, the star just fell from atop my tree, and the Family Dollar is closed, but I’m not gonna be a Scrooge about it. Anyway, I thought I’d interrupt that eggnog and Hennesy sipping (cocoa for the younger crowd) to share my list of things I hope ol’ Santa brings me tomorrow. Feel free to share yours.
A vocoder
Dinner and a movie with Ms. Frankie
The warmth of Areefa’s left breast
A Sasha Fierce glove
A Brandy/Kelly Rowland rent world tour (featuring Cassie)
This is BigSexy. Thanks to you, I can never look at photos the same again. I’ve attached a pic of my husband’s boss at the office Christmas party last Saturday. Notice the waitress “Takila” [not lying, check the name tag] just had to get in the picture. Mr. B. was not amused at her boldness.