Bishop Eddie Long is backing down against one of his accusers.

Last week the DeKalb County District Attorney in Georgia announced that he would drop charges against Anthony Boyd, Eddie Long’s former security guard at the church and one of the men who accused Long of sexual coercion.

Long accused Boyd of breaking in and stealing over $100,000 worth of property from his office in June 2010.

Boyd was originally scheduled to stand trial on burglary charges, but the prosecution team had to drop the charges after Long refused to testify.

“They say I was facing 20 years and I didn’t know what to do,” Boyd told a local station.

It wasn’t necessarily a coincidence that the bishop decided to be AWOL in court, however. In a letter to District Attorney Robert James in August, Long requested to have the charges dropped.

“While I understand that there may be evidence to support a prosecution, I believe in forgiveness and the opportunity for second chances,” he wrote.

Perhaps after settling a sexual assault case against him for a rumor. (source)

It’s not that Treemonisha (real name, no gimmicks) decided to perform the gospel remix to “And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going” from the Dreamgirls soundtrack immediately following the call to discipleship portion of Sunday morning service. It’s the execution of it all that makes me want to wall crawl like Rebbie Jackson’s pet centipede.

Who else wants to fight now?

EDIT: Check out another must see bonus performance under the cut!

Former B2K member Raz B is not going down without a fight. #oralsexshade

And that’s unfortunate.

As a last ditch effort to generate interest on anything other than his sexuality he released a quick video to World Star Hip Hop discussing Rick Ross and Slim Thug’s joint video (which is apparently filled with darksided hand gestures) before asking the rappers to “repent and turn from your ways.”

This is what happens when potential spiritual trade for Bishop Eddie Long don’t have access to the American Dream.

Today, I was cursed (or blessed, I try to look at life’s situations with a glass half full mentality) and was given a link by the lovely Freshalina with images of a acrobatic ass-kicking Rabid Beaver flashing on my screen.

Maybe its me, but the last thing he needs is a video with him beating up on people. And besides, who really wants to see a video with a beaver playing pattycake with someone’s face. Violent rodents in films were so last summer.

Out on bail, fresh outta jail, California Utah dreamin’.

Sweet Minty Jesus help us all.

In June 2008, actress Felisha Terrell filed a restraining order against the 6′4″, 220-lb. ballplayer — whom she had been living with — accusing him of threatening, intimidating and stalking her. In the papers, the one-time Days of Our Lives star states: “He is violent and I am afraid.”

Rihanna’s friends are afraid, too.

“You’d think after what she went through with Chris, RiRi would be extra careful about learning the background of any man she gets close to,” one of them tells Star. “It’s almost as if she has a dark side of her own — an attraction to bad boys.”

Yahoo also reports that in an application a restraining order Terrell claimed that Matt was “kicked out of a club for fighting with a woman – I am afraid his behaviour will turn towards me since we are no longer dating”.

Being “put upon” while trying to build your winter habitat/dam is not a walk in a park. Just ask Crunkland’s favorite fresh water beaver, Chris Brown.

In the above video, which is snippet from the interview with Sway airing 6pm this Friday on MTV , Brown recalls the events that led up to his current predicament. Wearing a cardigan with a button-up shirt* and sweater cap, he seems to be in a trance of sorts while discussing his new album and other bullshit. I only have one question:

*WHERE’S THE FUCKING BOWTIE?!

“My thoughts [when I look back on it now] is like, ‘Why did it happen?’ ” he told MTV News correspondent Sway during an hour-long, one-on-one interview that took place in Brown’s native Virginia. “Like, ‘What was I thinking? What is wrong with you?’ That’s what I’m thinking with myself. That’s what my thoughts are, basically, now.

“It’s like, ‘How do we get past it? How do you, Chris’ — talking to myself — ‘how do you go from point A to point B? How do you learn from your mistakes, turn it into a positive and help other people with the situation, and at the end of the day become the person that you want to be?’ “

Looking for a quick and easy way to remove bullet wounds, tattoos, and fug? I’m not sure if there is an app for that quite yet but there damn sure is a photoshop brush that can wipe the slate clean.

Ayo technology game proper.

With a body as chiseled as Sheree’s mandible, Curtis is almost unrecognizable in the new ad for his Power By 50 Cent cologne. He has been known to hurl a plasma television or two out of an office window in his day when upset about his business endeavors, so I’m not understanding how we got to this point. This shit looks like a flyer for corporate thug night at Traxx. Nevertheless, Southside til I die . . . or until the check clears.

Shouts out to Gimme Dat Becky [the names just get better and better] for sending this one in!

Crunkfam, why must I cry? Why hast thou forsaken me? And lastly, why have I been the one chosen to deliver all this preposterous ass news to you? I mean, really. This here shit I’m about to report to you is so outlandish and audacious that I had to put it in memorandum format. Yes yes ya’ll, it’s that serious. That said, let’s get it.

Columbus, Ohio. Home of the Ohio State Buckeyes, Shad “Lil Mama” Moss, Bizzy Bone, and…ONE. OF. THE DUMBEST. MUTHA. FUCKAS. ALIVE named Stephfon Bennett. Who dis here bastard you ask? Please allow me to elaborate.

Stephfon Bennett (no kin to Tony) is a menace to society who robs folks for a living. He and his friends live by that MC Eiht motto, “I gots ta get mine, so Imma take yours.” And that’s exactly what they did one Sunday afternoon when they decided to rob the home of Diana Martinez.

Martinez was parking her car in front of her apartment complex and chatting with a friend when Bennett and his insane clown posse barged inside her home and ransacked the place. Once they were done filling their bags with gold, frankincense, and flat screen TV’s, they fled the apartment and ran towards their getaway car. On the way there, Bennett noticed Martinez sitting in her car. For whatever dumb ass reason, he approached the vehicle and pointed a gun at her head through the window. Martinez screamed, flung the car door open, and slammed it into Bennett, creating quite the man down, code ten sitchiation. And here, my friends, is where the shit went left.

Bennett squealed like a biatch, limped away, and hopped inside the getaway car. As the ass clowns sped off, Martinez flew up to her apartment, discovered she’d been robbed, and called her cousin and nem to come over and help her figure out who was finna get moved on. An hour later, there was a knock at the door. Martinez went to open it, and to her surprise, saw Bennett standing on the other side. Was he there to apologize for almost blowing her brains out? Or for tearing up her apartment? Or to return her shit? Nope! None of the above ladies and gents. The prick was there to…waaait for it…ask her out on a date! I repeat. Ask her out on a mufuckin date…

So while Bennett’s stoopid ass stood there tolm bout, “Skrait up honey really I’m axin, most of these felluhs thank they be mackin, but they be ackin…” Martinez’s cousin slipped out of the room and called the PO-leece. When they arrived, Bennett was still standin there tryna convince Martinez to just forget about the past and let him take her out for a hot wang dinnuh Bennett was promptly arrested and is currently set in that jail til he near bout dun rot to deaf on a $100,000 bond. The other two numb nuts remain at large.

Bottom Damn Line: Fuck mixin bidness with pleasure. For you can’t steal a woman’s shit, den ask her out so you can hit, and thank she gon be down wit it.

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