If you can’t out perform them or outshine with hoe shit you might as well join them on the front row of a fashion show. With her sponsor literally not too far behind Cassie hopped on the last train to Paris to attend the Gareth Pugh Ready to Wear show in Paris last night.
So, I was on the clock Friday Facebooking, naturally, and I was looking at some old broad’s pictures from the Miss Jamaica World pageant, and I have 3 unanswered questions:
1. Is this Milan?
2. Did they hold this in a mall food court?
3. (This one’s more hypothetical . . . and, technically I’m not even sure it’s a question, but) What an honor to be Miss Dunn’s Electrical.SMH. Miss Dunn’s Electrical.
Fourth question upon further review: What the FUCK is this drawing of the roman coliseum behind them? I can’t endorse low rent behavior.
- – Miss Dee
It never happened if you didn’t take pictures.
It never happened if you didn’t take pictures.
It never happened if you didn’t take pictures.
I wish I could make each “celebrity” go into detention each day after school and right that statement on the blackboard at LEAST a hundred times.
But I digress.
Katrina Laverne was the latest “victim” (lest we forget, the wayward lace front has a new album dropping soon) of a blackmailing that involved a stolen cellphone and the demand of 100,000 dollars, so that more pics of her doing hoe shit, and other unmentionables will not be leaked to the blogs. I don’t know what pissed me off more, the pictures with her crying (Who takes pics of themselves crying anyway?) or the ones with the rashes looking like she rubbed her arms on Superhead’s toilet seat.
I swear, the world is not enough. God, take me now.
Did Will and Jada put roots on the cast of All Of Us?
The House of Scientology is nothing to play with. Let’s see. Duane Martin is keeping his name afloat in Hollywood by defending his sister-in-law’s hoe shit, LisaRaye is three ATM withdrawals from becoming Diamond in real life [see Fantasia's pizza story on Oprah], and the last time I saw little Khamani Griffin was in Lil’ Kim’s “Download” video.
And now this. Yup, sounds like dirty rice magic to me.
This month, ‘My Manny’ starring ‘Hustle & Flow’ actress Elise Neal and ‘ER’ actor Sharif Atkins is returning for a third installment to TBS.
The sitcom is called a micro-series because it will air within commercial time during Tyler Perry’s ‘Meet the Browns,’ every Wednesday evening for five consecutive weeks. This new type of programming is the network’s way of retaining viewers during commercial breaks and integrating a brand through a natural story line.
‘My Manny’ follows Jennifer, played by Neal, as a widow and successful caterer, who hires Mike the Manny (a male nanny) to care for her 8 year-old son, and ends up falling for him.
This time around, Disney Parks is on board as the show’s exclusive sponsor and the episodes follow the family as they on vacation to The Magic Kingdom and Epcot. [source]
I don’t even want to know what Tony Rock and Lovita Alize Jenkins is up to.
SAD LIL’ MAMA FACE RATING [OUT OF 5]
Kim Zoliack is above and beyond renting space in the swap meet across from the vendor who sells both Free Gucci Mane t-shirts and knock off Gucci hand bags, thank you. With recession friendly prices ranging from $1000-$6500 you too can walk the tightrope between the good life and poverty by owning one of Kim’s gently worn designer cum stain rags. It’s like Plato’s Closet for people who like to play Russian Roulette with their rent money. Pull the trigger.
If you are looking for pictures of who wore what to the Golden Globes last night you are in the wrong place and should evacuate to the nearest pop culture website, but if you are looking for an open bar of lusciousness you came to the right place!
Lashonda Dequanda Cooksey was popped by the cops last month for possession of good pussy and marijuana. The Harajuku Barbie was later booked into the Caddo Correctional Center in Shreveport, Louisiana instead of at a Bronner Brothers show.
The cash for clunkers program is still going on strong.
Airbrushed from sea to shining sea and back inland, Tia has been reduced to peddling ass as a way to sell copies of her tell-all. If today’s man thinks that this create-a-player shit is the right move then he may need some counseling and an appointment at the Wal-Mart vision center . On a brighter note, Fiddy’s eye brows are all the latest rave down at Celebrity Seaborn’s little shop of horrors.
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