Donning a beautifully crafted blow-out that would make singer Leela James proud, the incomparable Norwood Young looked ravishing as he stepped out on the red carpet at the 44th NAACP Image Awards. Cold chills are often associated with this type of fever.
There is only one man with enough vocal vigor to bests Baraka Flocka Flame for Clip of the Week honors and his name is Norwood Young. Now would be a good time to pay homage by pressing play.
Never mind Neicy Nash’s bloated hairline.
If I were to ever have the opportunity to touch the hem of Norwood Young’s garment in person consider this entire site as good as deleted. My life’s mission as a vessell for fuckery and shade would be fulfilled. Until that day comes I will continue to document his every move on the red carpet. All bloggers have their favorites, and don’t let them tell you anything else.
A plethora of absentee eyebrows and painted faces at Logo’s NewNowNext Awards after the jump!
Like a love struck puppy I have been searching high and low for new pictures of Norwood Young but have been coming up shorter than Terrance Howard’s peen in the shower scene in Get Rich or Die Tryin’. Let my journey be a lesson to all. If you remain steadfast in your quest for fuckery you will eventually hit the jack pot.
And that I did. Norwood Young convinced Margeaux to snatch up an extra leather onesie from the set of Dru Hill’s video for his red carpet appearance at opening night of The Color Purple. I want him to wear the same outfit when I deliver his babies.
Norwood Young has been moon walking on red carpets rocking this sequined tribute to Michael Jackson since his untimely death earlier this year. By now the lining of his jacket must smell like a lethal combination of unfiltered liquid zest [not the soap] and White Diamonds but that’s not stopping him from fishing for compliments and comparisons to the late King of Pop. There is no question that the sweet aroma from his dingleberries is pungent enough to fill a parking garage but when man created Febreeze he did so for this purpose.
While the rest of the world was caught up in the rapture watching The Broke Housewives of Bankhead an absolutely radiant Norwood Young was strutting down the red carpet at the premiere of his documentary ‘Kiss and Tail: The Hollywood Jump Off.’
I am sure you can piece together an idea of who the subject of the documentary is but for the special needs people in Crunkland let me allow my boo to give you the business.
In 2005, Steffans stunned readers and rocked the music industry with her best-selling, tell-all book, “Confessions of a Video Vixen,” exposing her reckless lifestyle and sexual trysts with “A-list” celebrities and some of the biggest names in the world of hip hop. The book evoked an array of emotions throughout the music industry from anger to utter disgust. Two years later, Steffans followed up with “The Vixen Diaries” and to Young’s surprise, the first chapter was titled, “A Man Named Norwood.” “I was the only man in the book that didn’t sleep with her, and still got screwed!” he said.
“I was shocked and outraged at the lies and deceitful things that were written about me in a book by someone I thought to be a friend,” he explains. “Karrine befriended me only to use my persona of a classic ‘Hollywood’ lifestyle in order to sell books.”
SHAM. FUCKING. WOW.
And there you have it. You mess over Norwood and you may get a documentary produced about your trif ass.
Just when I was sharpening up my shank . . .
I just wanted to say that the post for the man of the hour picture w/wife is incorrect. The lady in the picture [Victoria] is not his wife. She is a friend of his and she designs a label of clothing called Blessed. You guys posted a picture of him in her line about 3 weeks ago. Love your website!!! Kandice