I’m glad that Antwone Fisher is still standing and all that good stuff but can he please clean that major distraction he has going on between his eyes the fuck up for once? You don’t have to zoom in with photo shop to see that madness.
Ladies and zestlemen, I present to you the House of Dereon majorette uniform. Ole!
Janet Jackson looked like a hood gold member at her Rock Witchu concert on Wednesday night in Vancouver. While her booty is looking nice [no Queen Pen] the rest of the package could use some major tweaking.
The spirit of Gregory Hines needs to put on his tapping shoes and direct this broad off stage immediately.
The side-eye in the corner of the first picture is so necessary.
Clifford and his down ass Piglet attended last night’s BMI Awards looking pedestrian as hell [copyright Sandra Rose's comment section crew]. While other stars opted to rock formal attire T.I and Tiny looked like they were on their way to a Friday night high school football game.
Flicks of King’s daddy at the MTV VMA Press Conference after the jump.
Riddle Me This Batman: How the hell is it possible that your eyebrows have more sheen than your hair? If your face looks like this before you leave the house, stay your ass in and get it right! Faith needs to come whoop her ass again for being out in public looking like this.
More pictures from Young Jeezy’s album release party after the jump.
I think I am going to have to take back my earlier statement about posting more flicks from the EBT Awards and hand someone else the baton. Not only am I waving the white fuck effort flag but after watching last night’s fuckery I realized that it just wasn’t that serious.
If you are a blogger who posted anything about the show at your own spot you can email me the link or leave it in the comment section so that I can include your website in a ReRe the Body sized ‘Guaranteed Fresh’ entry. Everybody loves free promotion right?
In the meanwhile, please say something nice about Earl. He needs you.
[1] AK’s little speech about the death of the word can’t made me dry heave. Girl, bye! Tell that shit to Swizz Beats.
Mo’Nique was in full on fuck effort mode at Girlz In The Hood Women Of Achievement Awards Luncheon presented by A Place Called Home on Saturday. Even if the event invite said ‘no make-up, no razor, no problem!’ there is still no excuse to be caught out there looking like one of the Berenstain Bears and shit. What would Mikki Taylor say about this?
Just imagine what her tanqueray areas look like. I can’t.
SavvyFatty has a hilarious + descriptive account of her experience at Bust It Creole’s purse watcher 40/40 Club in Las Vegas that I had to pass on. If you are looking to visit Hova’s spot on your summer vacation you may want to save your dollars and check out the wig crypt instead. Seriously.
The only reason I was hyped to go was because of Jay-Z’s star power and to support a black businessman. **coughGIGANTORmistakecough**
The ONLY thing that saved it from getting a -1 vajillion stars was the atmosphere and decor. There were plenty of plush seating areas with flat screens everywhere. We were there to catch the Spurs/Lakers game and at every visual point there was a TV showing the action.
Oh, and shouts to whoever was timing the music to come on right when the game cut to commercial: BRAVO TO YOU!!! **pointer finger clap** Thanks for reminding us of whose house we were in by playing the Bey-Z anthology over and over…and over…and OVER again. Allow me to show my gratitude for hearing “03 Bonnie and Clyde” enough times to make me wanna hold MYYYY girlfriend tight.
And now the nominees for the Most Outstanding, Extraordinarily TERRIBLE Experience at a Las Vegas Spot for a Monetarily-Challenged Gubmit Employee:
No clear host station.
When we arrived we walked around aimlessly for a good 5 minutes until we saw people in 40/40 shirts. We asked where do we check in for our reservation (which we were told was NECESSARY. www.bullmuthafuckinshit.com) We were directed to a woman who was just standing around, dressed as we were; no name tag or 40/40 insignia. I told her we had reservations. She DID NOT ask our name; just how many were in our party. We were then walked in a FULL circle (in order to remain un-pissed, I called it a “guided tour” in my head) around the place to find somewhere to sit. We stopped at NUMEROUS spots before finally being seated in a cool ass space.
Food.
DON’T go hungry, poor, expecting greatness OR without your Incredible Hulk hands on deck. Menu was encyclopedia-heavy, mayne. Matter of fact: Don’t even TOUCH the menu.All you’ll get is a half-assed attempt at UNSEASONED, hardly microwaved frozen food and a sorry pile of bullshit disguised as salad or a garnish on your plate.
