Although I am personally proud of Amber Rose’s recent accomplishments the same can’t be said about the rest of the fashion world. Anybody who is using what they got to get what they want is alright in my book but Anna Wintour ain’t trying to hear that shit.
I have been talking about the dangers of island dick for years [search Lauryn Hill's name in the archives] but this shit right here, blame Crunkster Tameika for it. Trick Daddy’s “Jump On Da Dick” has never been so relevant.
Representatives of some hospitals revealed that more men have been fracturing their penises in recent months than any other time in Jamaica.
Checks with urologists in some of the country’s major hospitals have revealed that the “noticeable increase” in the number of cases where men fracture their members is largely attributed to the men’s obsession with daggerin’, aka rough sex.
While promising to send data regarding to the increase in the cases at a later date, one urologist from the Kingston Public Hospital (KPH) said he had treated, on average, some two cases of penile fracture each month, counting from December 2008.
Hey Fresh,
I love your site and I don’t really do this, but this shit right here caught my eye and I had to pass it on. I’m sure someone has already passed it your way or you’ve seen it already, so I’ll keep this brief. I just really want to know what has Mr. Bentley’s panties in a bunch.
Your cousin [in Christ of course],
Ms. Morgana
Now this is the type of weekly bible study I should be attending to hear what thus says the Lord! Crunkster Stanky Leg Champ sent in a few feverish flicks from Single Ladies Sunday that made my blood pressure sky rocket to new heightss. Normally I would frown down upon this type of fuckery occurring on the sabbath but the spirit is moving me to think otherwise. Let the church say amen!
The birthday girl is here! Diana Ross and her partly cloudy mouth hit the grocery store earlier today to pick up a few things. Damn what everybody else has to say, I think she looks good. In a petrified wood sort of way.
The fever at Dwight’s Diva Soiree was so scorching that it sent Kandi Burress running towards the border! I myself would have taken the opportunity to lavish in that hot tub of tang. There is something about zest that simply sets my soul on fire. I think I wet my pantyliner a little bit.
Could you imagine how dreadful DeShawn Snow would have been at this party? Ugh, bitch would have just stayed posted like a light pole at the buffet trying to sell tickets to her next “jury” auction. No thanks.
Who is the tang master with the purple bag?! That bitch is thisclose to becoming internet famous. Hit up Freddy O for more flicks!
I was listening to Frankie, Neffie + Soullow on v103.com [I support the arts] when Ryan Cameron reported that Dexter King, chairman, president and chief executive of The King Estate has struck a deal with EMI earlier this week to bring Dr. Martin Luther King’s words to a wider audience by encouraging their use in songs.
For all the people who “don’t get it” that basically means your bargain basement ass cousins who aspire to be rap artists can pay to use Dr. King’s voice on their demo. Do you understand the fuckery this can breed? I’m not trying to hear Yung Poverty and the 1st & 15th Boyz rap about making that pussy fart over the I Have A Dream speech.
Tell me you don’t know anybody that trifling and hungry to get on. I can name about ten momofukas right damn now.