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Jennifer Hudson Is Not Only Engaged But Dickmotized

First the fat boys break up and then . . .

Jennifer Hudson and boyfriend, reality TV’s David Otunga, have gotten engaged, People magazine reports.

“I can confirm that Jennifer got engaged to her boyfriend David on Friday night in L.A.” the magazine quotes a Hudson representative as saying.

Otunga, who is known as “Punk” from the reality show I Love New York 2, popped the question with a Neil Lane diamond ring on the Dreamgirls Oscar winner’s 27th birthday.

The couple, who have been dating less than a year, both hail from Chicago. [source]

Sheer fuckery indeed. Whatever happened to J. Hud’s long time, hometown boo? That brother is probably stuck cutting grass somewhere looking spaced out like Eli Porter in shock. Hell, I know I was when I read the news this weekend.

Gary Coleman Keeps On Truckin’

Gary Coleman hit a pedestrian with his truck after arguing with him in a local bowling alley. No official word is available on what causef the incident but if I were a guessing woman I would say Mr. Coleman didn’t appreciate the gesture when a fan offered him a squirt of Vaseline Intensive Care lotion.

Payson police Lt. Bill Wright said Colt Rushton and Coleman got into an argument in the early morning hours Saturday over pictures Rushton had taken of Coleman inside the bowling alley. He said the argument continued outside, and that Coleman hit Rushton and a car as he was backing out of a parking space.

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You Sent It: A Royal Wedding

A great mind once said “it’s so cold in the D, how the fuck do we posed to keep peace?” I concur.

Jah Jah just sent over 30+ flicks of what is being dubbed as the Royal Wedding that almost made me turn in my Black card. I don’t even know where to start. Take me higher, Sweet Minty Jesus! Check out the gallery for the full fuckery action.

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Hello Kitty

Here Kitty Kitty Kitty Here Kitty Kitty Kitty

I’m not even going to address your cousins today. For additional fuckery from your family please visit You Know You Dead Azz Wrong at its new spot.

Frankie Says Relax

Now this just looks awkward.

KeyLoLo had to step back and side-eye her damn self in this ad for Luster’s Pink Smooth Touch hair relaxer. The judging panel on America’s Next Top Model would not approve this and neither do I. Get used to the attention, eh? O RLY? Shots out to Razzi for the ad!

Boy Stop!

Memo to Atlantic Records: Stop with the monkey shit already! The record label is really trying to keep R&B sanga Pleasure P in the loop by releasing “candid” pictures of him every other week. Deena Jones this bitch is not!

If his 12 fans really want to know what new projects he has in the works they can just visit his MySpace or send him a text. Now, do I ever wonder what Nicole Wray is up to? Absolutely! Pleasure P? Negative.

Stop bombarding innocent blog owner’s inboxes with this mess! That’s why it takes me forever and a day to respond to email now. I can’t.

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Call PETA, Stat!

No words WTF?

Butta tried to give me a heart attack first thing in the morning when she sent this mess in! I just can’t.  [insert Michael Vick joke here]

Stop and Think!

Mmm…another fine day in Crunkland. It just gives you that joyous feeling, like when you find a dollar under the passenger seat of your car and know that you can now snag a 5-piece nugget from Mickey D’s.

Anyway, it is Kid Fury here again. I decided to come to you all today, because this whole Rick Ross/Plies fraudulence nonsense has got me to thinking. Basically, I’ve been asking myself and others, “Who gives a damn?”. I mean, I still don’t see what the big deal is about Ross being an ex-officer of the law. If you all knew how many Negroes down here work in criminal justice and still go out and show their ass, you probably wouldn’t give a shit either. As far as Plies goes — how many rappers don’t lie about being goons? Enough said.

I can think of a million topics that are far more pertinent these days than two rappers fibbing about their pasts. Due to the fact that real life has been rough for me these past few weeks, I thought I would drop a few notes on what folks should really be worried about.

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