When Pliesasked all the Bust it Babies of Twitter “What that pussy was for Halloween?” it took every ounce of restraint for me not to reply that it came to my man’s the company costume party dressed as StevenTyler.
Go ahead and do yourself the favor and right click to save all of the photos in this post. You know, in the event that you ever need a reference as to what good wet wet looks like in the upcoming winter months.
Picture this with a Kodak Instamatic: Six adults and two young children were inside watching television (‘Scandal’ watch party I presume) when the room began filling with smoke. After the kids were rescued and everyone made it outside safely, a man walking with the assistance of a cane went back in the burning house to retrieve something he left behind — his drank. No nuts, no fucking glory.
“I told them to get the kids out and everything, and me myself, being an alcoholic, I was trying to get my beer out,” said Walter Serpit of Columbus, Georgia. “I went back into the house like a dummy and the door shut on me because this back draft was about to kill me.”
However, Walt Baby Love Triple Sec OG managed to save an armful of beer cans as he escaped the home without getting burned. Please join me in giving this man a real nigga standing ovation, 21-gun salute and a garlic crab tray from Duval Seafood.
Aretha Franklin is back on the scene with a slim figure following a summer-long recovery. Catfish Wilkerson’s temptation emerged from her illness at a media day event in Detroit this week. “The side effects were rough,” she revealed about the treatments she had to endure for an undisclosed illness. “But I’m glad to be back in it!”
Ladies, hide your men and barely legal sons, ReRe The Body has a history of being on the frisky side. Let’s cross our fingers for a collab with Trina on her next album.
If you thought Twitter was the only place your favorite uncooked waffle colored rapper (not discussing you this time around, J.Cole) was receiving premium flack you are sadly mistaken, mi amigo. Some comical genius complied a list of “Drake is the type of nigga” one liners and posted it to Tumblr — and I laughed so hard my body shaper got caught under one of my fat rolls when it came jigging across my dashboard.
Actress Amanda Bynes set Twitter on fire last night when she tweeted that she wanted Drake to “murder her vagina.” This isn’t the first time the thirsty actress has tried to get at the Champagne Papi. Just last week Amanda tweeted out a picture of the rapper, along with a message calling him “a hot fellow.”
Don’t keel over and die just yet.
Last night’s bizarre moment is one of many already committed by the 26-year-old former child star. Last month Amanda tweeted out a picture of Jay-Z, calling him “ugly face” before deleting the tweet.
You going to jail now! Charlotte police have issued an arrest warrant for 47-year-old Antoine Fountain for his role in the massive table-throwing brawl at a drag ball last month, the Charlotte Observer reports. He’s facing a felony charge of inciting a riot. Fountain was arrested for arson after the same event two years ago.
The brawl room clip shows several of your cousins throwing tables, chairs and other items at each other from across a large room. Black unity at its finest. Detectives used the video to help with their investigation but hadn’t made any arrests late Monday.
Check out Fountain’s mugshot from a previous arrest below.
Are you alone? Time to shed those tattoo tears Tupac spoke about on “I Ain’t Mad At Cha.”
Back in October during a high school football game in Ohio, St. Clairsville senior star running back Michael Ferns had nothing preventing him for scoring a touchdown but slowed down as he approached the end zone and walked out of bounds at the 1-yard line.
It was at that point that St. Clairsville’s coach Brett McLean called for freshman Logan Thompson to enter the game. Thompson’s father had died of a stroke two days earlier.
“You’re going in at running back,” McLean yelled as he grabbed Thompson’s shoulders. “Tell them to run 26 Power.” Thompson, a linebacker who only occasionally played wide receiver, silently stared back at McLean. The freshman hadn’t played much on varsity and had never lined up at running back before.
“You know what,” McLean said. “It’s easy. Just follow Michael Ferns’ big butt.”