Riddle me this Batman. What is there to do in New Orleans these days?
Take a scenic excursion to view foreclosed properties previously owned by Master P? Walk aimlessly around the French Quarter for the 14th time this month? Help Drake and other AKA’s recruit new members for the Fall Rush?
Eh. Those options all sound so boring. I’ll tell you what is a more enticing option — popping that bussy on a urinal inside Marshall’s and praying to White Jesus that trade will notice!
Check out the Nawlins kids serving rude girl realness dressed in lounging gear and more stylish looks from the Job Corps cafeteria in the clip above. Their prints are to be shaken, not stirred! You can’t take these effects!
The viewing for Marco Hall Spring 2011 collection during New York Fashion Week was one delicious 800 calorie serving of zestation delight swimming in a sea of creme brulée, but even more scrumptious than that was Gaymonn’s single ruby red lip and absentee eyebrows. Indulge!
Cooking up a gay joke at Go-Go’s expense? You might want to go and put it on the back burner and check the credits, heaux.
There’s one rumor that just, for whatever reason, will not die and I’m convinced that it’s just because they really can’t figure out anything else to say about me, which kind of doesn’t make any sense because if you really just wanted to talk bad about me you could. But there’s this whole gay thing that keeps following me around.
Apparently, I’m gay. Pretty much anybody that sings and has a penis is gay. So, I’m part of that elite squad according to multiple blog sites. I guess it’s because I never shot a person or talked about shooting a person or had a desire to shoot a person that I’m gay. (source)
What happens in the bathroom at Job Corps stays in the bathroom at Job Corps.
If you thought beauty secrets from the zestations were only limited to make-up and the art of perfecting a tuck, pull the trigger. Armed with a fresh toothbrush and a year supply of clear gel, lifestyle guru DollFaceBarbieTM gives a tutorial on how to achieve Rozonda Thomas-like baby hair.
Try to divert your attention from Kandi’s Dragonball-Z hair and Lawrence being painted and prepped for a meeting with the gods and get into the two fellas playing the bookend position. Do they look familiar to you? Wait for it, wait for it . . .
As a Team Chunk all-star I know the mental war that occurs when you are force to decide on choosing just one dessert to take back to your table while on a romantic first date at Golden Corral [you don't want to look too greedy the first time around], so trust me when I say that I’m laying down in the fucking trenches of my brain clutching my m-16. I want to collect them all like Pokemon cards!
I need Jesus to carry me and leave his footprints in the sand. All praises due to Freddy O for providing today’s glucose!