My uterus just j-setted all the way down to the flow and got up doing the Ricky Bobby. This zestlemen stay poppin’ a squat on you worthless Fulton County hoes! I wouldn’t even show up to these fucking events if I knew before hand there was a slight possibility he would come out to show out.

He’s not going to stop until he is on the cover of Essence! And the way things are looking over there . . . never mind.

Chicky poo in the second picture is giving him  and his friend side-eye fever because she knows she will never be able to compete. Bitch you still on the clock! Get to work! Sending plenty of swine flu masks and hugs to Freddy O!