It’s OVO and SPF15. If you have ever longed to witness Drake bask in the rays of the sun like a massive whale washed up on shore — hey girlah!
Arbor Mist Papi was photographed poolside yesterday surrounded by a bevy of young tenders in Uncle Luke Country.
While I was putting the finishing touches on a tray of garlic crab legs while practicing my signature bowlegged stance in a full-length mirror in preparation for my birthday weekend kick-off celebration on Friday (May 3), Hot 97′s Mister Cee was arrested for allegedly soliciting the sweet nectar of a male prostitute.
While I have never purchased ass, I would be spreading falsehoods if I denied selling mine before I turned my life over to Christ. Those Lady Enyce velour jersey dresses didn’t come cheap. However, Cee should have had a V8 not cruised for succulent street meat in a car with that type of engine. Madam, do you not care for your health? If you want to wet your palate with commitment-free new experiences take your simple ass to Taste of Chicago.
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This morning, the popular DJ took to the airwaves to dispute reports about his sexuality before announcing his self-imposed suspension. I’ve got three words – Sizzle Miami 2013.
It’s the end of an era! After more than 50 years and 355,000 satisfied customers, Amsterdam’s famous twin prostitutes Louise and Martine Fokkens, have announced their retirement at the ripe old age of 70. I’m flying my Get Em Daddy booty shorts at half-mast today.
“You did the work, you’ve been a whore. You’ll never get rid of that name. They’ll always call you names, so be one,” said Louise. That is the realest shit I’ll ever quote.
She adds that it’s becoming a struggle to peddle pussy for profit in the red light district due to her arthritis which makes certain positions difficult.
Martine doesn’t have it any easier. She told The Daily Mail that she’s also having a tough time attracting new customers, except for one older man who comes in for his weekly S&M session. Maybe she should try Instagram. “I couldn’t give him up,” she said. “He’s been coming to me for so long it’s like going to church on a Sunday.”
I hope you wore a matching bra and panty set today.
Hip hop’s leading lactating House Mother plopped out his left tit and invited the hungry neighborhood pups to latch on it by dialing up The Angie Martinez Show on Hot 97 to discuss MTV’s Hottest MC’s list with DJ Enuff.
It’s a rare occasion that HMK stands on the balcony of his boudoir located on the remote island of I’m Not You Niggas to address the rap community directly — so you’re welcome.
Skipping over the meat and potatoes and directly into dessert, the highlight of the conversation came when HMK slammed his petty card on the table and yelled “Domino, muthafucka!” with quite the revelation:
“I come from this battle rap, like that’s how I grew up in Chicago. I couldn’t believe it! I mean, I gave Sway is first TV, man. He came over to my crib in Newark, New Jersey, I was living in Newark doing beats for Jay and Beans and all them, and I was getting a new TV and I gave Sway his first TV. I didn’t really wanna like even call to talk about the number seven list, I just wanna tell everybody I gave Sway his first TV. And he need to remember that.”
Kanye West And Kim Kardashian At London Fashion Week
This week, Miguel traded in his usual nutcracker pants and silk blouse combination to serve a more industry-friendly banjee effect while promoting his new album ‘Kaleidoscope Dream’ at Power 105.1′s The Breakfast Club. He even hid his signature pump waves that Jermaine Jackson wishes he could pull off ever so flawlessly. Who knew madam could butch it up? Shake the dice and steal the rice!
In the interview the “Adorn” singer chatted it up about his old look compared to his new style, role playing, being Mexican, Frank Ocean, Roscoe Dash’s Twitter rant over “Lotus Flower Bomb” and more.
Miguel’s Party At Brooklyn Bowl
