Your favorite versatile bottoms are in the press again. It seems like these girls always need to be talked about.
Tyga, who found moderate success with his song “Rack City”, spoke candidly about about the beef between Drake and Chris Brown during his
much needed interview cause you know he didn’t sell any records interview on ‘Much Music’s New Music Live.’
Date Night: Tyga And Black Chyna
“I don’t think it’s like a real beef, it’s the media and stuff just blowing it up. But at the end of the day, I’m friends with both of them. It’s like high school, you got competition,” explained Tyga.
If misery loves company Khia and the comatose village feeders on her chest are never left alone. After unsuccessful campaigns at cyber beef with more prominent female rappers (Sole, Shawnna and Ms. Jade have better things to do), Thug Misses finally found an opposite side to wage a war of 140 characters or less with when fellow A-Town rep Diamond took the bait.
And this little piggy went kee kee kee all the way home.
During their war of words last month Rihanna sarcastically shaded Ciara on her ability (or lack thereof) to book shows following the very public flop of her latest album. But with reports rapidly circulating that Bajan Billygoat has been advised by her handlers to cancel her US tour due to poor ticket sales, members of Team CiCi and their leader may all share one final tuck-undoing chuckle when the smoke clears.
The opening line from Charles Dickinson’s Tales of Two Cities is the perfect description of today’s professional athlete’s mental capacity when it comes to dealing with matters of the heart. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness.
The following is pure unadulterated foolishness.
Chiefs starting wide receiver Chris Chambers, got married in Las Vegas, NV on July 24, 2010 according to the Clark County, NV Recorders Office. The jaw-dropping part of the story is that he married Stacey Bernice Saunders, a woman with whom he had an affair while he was married and playing for the San Diego Chargers. She is also someone that he filed 11 separate misdemeanor counts of stalking and harassment against in 2009.
Instead of posting pictures of celebrities not celebrating Memorial Day for its intended purpose (I’ll just do it tomorrow, damn it) I would like to extend you some cool shade to rest under. My favorite long suffering insomniac Miss Jia has a great feature on her blog called Dear Celebrity where readers offer, ahem, loving advice to entertainers in the form of a letter written straight from the heart.
The next time you see Brother Princey in passing thank him for doing the Lord’s work. I already have.
Dear Keri Hilson,
I, like many lovers of good music and personal style, have patiently waited for the day where I would awaken to the news of a fire in your Atlantic Station apartment building. Or even a freak accident involving your tour minivan along the rural roads of Mississippi. Sadly, this day has yet to come… but hope still lives in the hearts of the righteous.
(Caution: Long read ahead)
Some nights I lie in bed on a conference call, with my close circle of friends (and the Armenian b-tch who used to tint my eyebrows), asking why we would be so unfortunate as to have to endure your excruciating vocal assaults, abrasive looks, and laughable fashions. We’ve come to the only logical conclusion: God has you blocked on His heavenly timeline. He knows not what you do. He knows not how we suffer.
Judging from your random self-empowering outbursts on Twitter, it has come to our attention that you feel as though you have “haters” in the world. Oh, contraire madame!! We are not haters, per se. We’re simply tired of your drab and talentless ass life, for a number of reasons that I’ve chosen to outline as we move forward: