Guess who just got herself uninvited from Deshawn Snow’s sunset barbecue? Additional details have emerged about Farrah Franklin‘s bizarre night that landed her behind bars in South Carolina over the weekend — and they sound like deleted scenes from the movie ‘How High’.
According to the police, NFL player Da’Quan Bowers flew down to Myrtle Beach to see him. The two, along with NFL baller Ricky Sapp, spent all afternoon and evening knocking back drinks before later returning to Sapp’s home.
Both men told police the former Destiny’s Child member was highly intoxicated and behaving erratically, “yelling, slamming doors and refused to stop when asked.” The men called police after she refused to calm down.
Cops said they found Franklin lying in the middle of neighbor’s yard, telling them she “did not have anywhere else to go and was planning on sleeping in the woods.”
In audio from the 911 call made by Bowers, the defensive end with the Tampa Bay Buccaneers tells the operator that he believed that your cousin twice removed was high on drugs.
Please Hammer, Don’t Hurt ‘Em.
Being the sole party responsible for making 98% of the general public (okay, just me) interested enough in Shyne’s debut album to download it illegally from Napster washes away the fashion faux pas sins committed by Barrington Levy but I decided to publish this post anyway as a cautionary tale to the baby boomers of Crunkland. Don’t do it, please don’t do it.
Inspired by Gregg Leakes calling Peter Thomas a nigga on last week’s episode of ‘The Real Housewives of Atlanta’ and casually dropping the phrase “real talk” later in his subsequent response to the incident on Twitter, the dance hall icon took the stage alongside other reggae greats Shabba Ranks and Capleton at the Sounds Of Greatness Reloaded live show in New Jersey last week.
Dress your age and not your shoe size people.
Rihanna was booted from the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque in the United Arab Emirates over the weekend after posing for a photo op that didn’t mesh with ‘sanctity’ standards of the holy site. Way to go, Cynthia Doll.
Allow Michael K. from Dlisted to explain:
RiRi’s Cubic Zirconias World Tour stopped in Abu Dhabi over the weekend and on Saturday she decided to put on a hijab and bust out an Instagram photo shoot at the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque. We as a people should gather together as one and be thankful that RiRi covered up her fugilicious tattoos for once, but not everyone is happy about this shit. After striking ridiculous pose after ridiculous pose on the grounds of the Grand Mosque, RiRi was kicked out by officials who were offended by her little photo shoot.
“She left without entering the mosque, after being asked to do so, due to the fact that she had taken some pictures that do not conform with the conditions and regulations put in place by the Centre’s management to regulate visits in a way that takes the status and sanctity of the mosque into consideration,” a representative for the mosque told media outlets in a statement.
Instagram is paradise for an aspiring bad bitch with limited funds. I can shop for replica designer goodies and outfits that work against my body type without judgment. My overall sense of self-esteem approves. But leave it to your cousins to ruin my good thing.
Houston lady crooks accused of stealing $15,000 worth of the finest virgin indian remy extensions misappropriated child support and welfare money can buy last month were recently identified after they reportedly used the social media platform to hustle the illegally snatched tresses.
This is why I don’t fuck with the middle man. I like my yaki the same way Rick Ross and French Montana like their imaginary kilos of cocaine — straight off the boat.
Is Mona Scott-Young also casting for ‘Come Up Queens’ or nah?
Former Team Chunk all star Jennifer Hudson showed what happens when you rush out to be seen and forget to perform the good ol’ tried-and-true sniff test during a recent red carpet appearance.
Spotted sweating like she was caught backsliding at Golden Corral by Weight Watchers on camera, the future Mrs. Punk (photographed above with director George Tillman Jr. at the movie premiere of ‘The Inevitable Defeat of Mister & Pete’) can pretty much forget about returning her dress. Every girl in the ballroom knows you are suppose to tuck Bounty paper towels underneath your pits!