Fresh: It’s Trey Day, ya’ll. And that tattoo on his chest still looks like the recipe for bourbon chicken after all these years.

Justin: He so skinny, his spine looks like the map to Narnia.

Fresh: Yet from tweens and grown women alike cream their panties with delight when his name is mentioned.

Justin: Question, is that water or R. Kelly peeing on Trey?

Fresh: I miss the old Trey Songz who sung too hard, had cornrows with no hang time, shared bath water with Jim Jones in Miami, and had zero style points. All isn’t lost on second thought. That muthafucka still sings too hard.

HOT TUB TIME MACHINE

For the record this post is solely dedicated to me meeting my quarterly quota for Bird Gang posts. My rating is down. I’m saying like Bow Wow first week sales number.

Trey Songz kept his tattoo of the recipe for bourbon chicken [1] covered up while filming the video for his song “I Need A Girl.” Never heard of that concept for a song before, shamwow!

I am assuming that this is how the season finale of For The Love of Ray J is going to look but I could be wrong. I don’t think that I am but I could be.

The catalog pose while holding a volleyball gets the bitches every time!

[1] Specifically from Golden Corral, thanks.

If you ladies and zestlemen want it you can have it. J. Holiday doesn’t butter my biscuit at all but I know he sets other people’s soul on fire. I just can’t get into him. The boy looks like something is wrong with him. I remember looking all pale and shit too when I had to get a blood transfusion a while back. Good luck with that.

I have been heavily sedated with cold medicine for the past 12 hours but this shit just cleared my head cold up. Wild as the Taliban, indeed.

[Flicks via Ozonemag]

Oh, Heavenly Father.

In the sacred words of Young Jeezy, I woke up this morning with a headache this big! Not only that but it also feels like ReRe the Body plopped down on my larynx. I’m in desperate need for some chicken noodle soup for the soul, which is why I selected K-Ci’s video for “I Apologize” as the vault pick of the day.

Rotisserie chicken game proper! I usually prefer Clifford wearing an askew A-town hat, screwed up face, dirty Reeboks and dollar store reading glasses but this version isn’t that bad either I guess. His little piglet Tiny probably wee wee wee’s all the way home over this shit.

[Flicks via ONTD]

The video for K-Ci’s song “I Apologize” is a fine example of some things not getting better with time. As hilarious as it may be, I still can’t help but shake my head at it.

I’m still hoping and praying that he records a remix to “A Milli” though.

Click here for “the other side of the story.”

J. Holiday’s Appalachian Trail bottom teeth were proudly on display along with his rib cage at the Essence Music Festival over the weekend. K-Ci’s legendary bird chest has always had a special place in both my heart and archives, making him sure shot pick for today’s fever pitch pole.

Who is steaming up the glass pot lid more? Today’s grand prize is a bedazzled crack pipe signed by DMX!

That shit around his mouth has some shit around its mouth. Jesus be a warm, soapy wash cloth in the morning.

The Coogie Mongoose was photographed on the set of DJ Khaled’s video set looking dashing as ever! You know he still has Cheeto dust under his fingernails from the night before, I can’t.

I’m relieved that Lil’ Boose decided to check the rapper box on his life’s application.

Even if he had chosen another career avenue he would always have the label as the negroid who came to school with the doo doo mouth and eye boogers attached to his ass. Dude could’ve been Clergymen Bad Azz and people would still nudge their kids and say “I remember when we were little he always had a white drool cloud on the side of his face.”

Instead he is known as the negroid with the doo doo mouth, eye boogers, and million dollar jewels. Not to mention hoes still suck on his meat like he’s a fucking swisher sweet [he's words, not mine], thus cementing his spot in the winner’s circle.

From nothing to something. Now that’s some trill shit.

That loud squeak you hear in the background is Haloscan’s hamster wheels going round and round like Tevin Campbell. The comments will return shortly, but until then we’ll just have to keep the party going.

Clifford and Tiny enjoyed their first evening out on the town in six months on Monday. The smiling couple attended an exhibit held by celebrity photog Derek Blanks. Sandra Rose has all the splendiferious details [I stan for B. Scott] about the couple’s outing. Tiny’s pocarra’s are really poppin’ with this pregnancy.