I know, I had to Google him too. But in his defense, the servers at the wedding reception for Marc Jacobs and Lorenzo Martone were probably dressed in similar fashion.

The world’s largest retailer wants to keep its customers even after they die. Wal-Mart has started selling caskets on its Web site at prices that undercut many funeral homes, long the major seller of caskets. The move follows a similar one by discount rival Costco, which also sells caskets on its site.

Wal-Mart, based in Bentonville, Ark., quietly put up about 15 caskets and dozens of urns on its Web site last week. Prices range from $999 for models like “Dad Remembered” and “Mom Remembered” steel caskets to the mid-level $1,699 “Executive Privilege.” All are less than $2,000, except for the Sienna Bronze Casket, which sells for $3,199.

WOULD YOU BUY A CASKET FROM WALMART.COM?

The age / relevancy debate in hip-hop isn’t going to come to a cease any time soon. At Saturday night’s 2009 BET Hip-Hop Awards Ice Cube encouraged rappers to continue to rhyme as long as they had a tongue.

But he ain’t say shit about staying on the scene looking like the cat old enough to be your “young” uncle down at Splashy Saturdays. If you rock an outfit similar to this one please have your tricking references prepared and ready for review.

You know he thought he was dressed to kill, too.

Believe me when I say that this muthafucka is becoming increasingly flagrant with this shit as a way to stay relevant.

MOST. FLATTERING .CAMERA. ANGLE. EVER.

For The Win: Kid Fury’s Shady Queen PSA

From The House of Stuff Fly People Like

I was waiting for the train the other day-when POW! The Grim reaper showed up with his bag of tricks.

This dude is determined for me to meet my death in the train station! The attack is always HEAVY!

As if those sad little yellow gladiators were not enough to make me dizzy…the rest of the outfit gave me visions of baby Jesus frowning in the manger.

Do yourself a favor and hold on to something before you take a look.

HEAT WAVE!!!!

It’s a Yellow, Flowery, Tube Toppy, Onesie.

*Check your pulse*

I couldn’t get the front because I’d kill all our readers. Love you guys too much for that.

I also didn’t snap her friends incredibly small pony tail, see-through shirt, Sequence Bra and matching rolls either.

I have some morals.

Well…

No not really.

Never mind auntie’s baby toes being smashed like a toddler’s finger in a car door. Agnes Dereon is smiling down from heaven right now.

As I previously predicted, there were no shortage of prominent guts at The 7th Annual Hoodie Awards on Saturday night. A multitude of your cousins traveled from near and far to fill The Mandalay Bay Events Center with fashion fuckery but none shined brighter than Teena Marie. Get you a piece, whore!

I knew someone would take advantage of Wal-Mart getting rid of the fabric department but I never expected it to be someone of the non-creole persuasion.

See, Craig’s Mama play too much. Anne Maria Horsford was casket ready at the NBAF Midsummer Gala in Atlanta over the weekend. Here’s a snippet of the instant messenger conversation J. Coop and I had about Thelma Frye.

J. Coop: Her eyes, they seem to be empty

Fresh: She looks like that one auntie who had a mental break down in the 90s but nobody in the family ever brings it up

J. Coop: Did she call Samuel J. before leaving the house and say “Let’s coordinate”? Looking like she’s going to the Spring Prom, Year 1989

Fresh: LaTanya needs to put a stop to that shit

J. Coop: Anne Maria looks like one of the people that haven’t been invited to anything in years and when she finally gets the chance, she over-compensates in party attire

Fresh: And gets drunk halfway through the evening and starts singing the intro song to In The Heat of the Night

J. Coop: I wonder, though, did Dorian’s dick helped her get dressed?

Fresh: Her skirt looks like the little white shoes we put on the turkey for Thanksgiving dinner

J. Coop: Her shoes looks like hoofs, true talk . . . she looks like she said to herself  “I’m going to out do everyone there so I’m going to make my own shit” and she did. Singer Sewing Machine-game proper. Why everybody trying to be so different these days? What’s so wrong with a simple shirt and skirt?