In Other News: Light Skin Rage Is At A Volatile Point This Morning
Common referred to Drake as “That Hoe Ass Nigga” on the cover art that accompanied his response to Canadian Bacon’s “Stay Schemin” verse this morning. Maya Angelou be damned.
Common referred to Drake as “That Hoe Ass Nigga” on the cover art that accompanied his response to Canadian Bacon’s “Stay Schemin” verse this morning. Maya Angelou be damned.
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:
I will take a good side-eye however I can get but if I had to be a choosy lover I would go with all live action all day. Last week Jimmy Kimmel featured some quick side-eye fever from a news anchor that made me scrape my knees as I wall slid my way to glory.
Still laughing? Don’t do him, boo. Thanks EsDotLeek for sharing!
Expect for the number of wig snatching attempts to double before the end of week. Blame it on the rising mercury. There’s clearly not enough shade to go around!
Shaq’s lawyer has fired off a letter to the network — obtained by TMZ — in which he demands VH1 immediately halt production on “any further episodes of ‘Basketball Wives’ which make any reference to Mr. O’Neal.”
(click here for pictures from the ‘Basketball Wives’ premiere party)
Shaq’s lawyer claims Shaunie signed a confidentiality agreement at some point in their relationship — so if she says anything about Shaq on TV, she and the production company will find their asses in court.
The first episode of the show already ran last week and show #2 — which reportedly features a scene centered around Shaunie’s relationship with Shaq — is scheduled to run Sunday. Sources close to the show tell us it’s unclear whether or not the next episode will make air. [source]
“I think he pulled a track out when he was blowing my back out / What was I drinking? I can’t believe I blacked out / I must have been on drugs . . . I hope he used a rubber / or Imma be in trouble / Promise I don’t remember / except for rolling over.”
Surprisingly, this isn’t from Kat Stacks’ latest blog entry. Known mostly for being the owner of a vicious killer overbite, former Cheetah Girls member Kiely Williams is trying to shake that pesky Disney label 3 years too late by reminding the masses of her non-existent vocal skills, sex appeal, and relevancy.
If TJ from Smart Guy turns up on the remix, I’m fucking done.

“Star had my damn back. She is a friend, a confidante and the bitch is smart. I never realized it was a problem until I looked up on day and realized I hadn’t spoken to her in so long that I was like, ‘Damn, where is she?’ Then I started hearing about the little shit that Vivica was saying–that I f*cked it up for all of us–I guess black women, or whatever–and I am thinking, why wouldn’t she say these things to me? I said, ‘Well, tell her to use her own influence to get what the f*ck she wants to get!” Never did I think that anything that I was going through would affect you and your career so much. Sorry.” *Kanye shrug* I have reached out to both of them and asked what happened and what is their definition of a friendship. Where are they? I know a New York Daily News article came out saying that my new reality show was about revenge and airing out our dirty laundry, but I’m too grown for all of that. I would never tell any of my friends’ business, even if we aren’t friends anymore. There is no interest for me in that.”
Star can’t be that smart if she doesn’t realize that her wig is about to take its own life by jumping off her head. And then there’s Al Reynold.



Keyshia Cole’s sister Elite is the type of chick that spreads rumors about her own family members just to have a reason to jump bad behind the concession stands during homecoming. I know its hard being a Frankie kid and all but using your sister’s pregnancy as a way to garner attention isn’t going to make up for anything.
Teeny would never do some shit like this.

No, really. I’ve seen it all tonight. First Kourtney Kardashian pulls her baby out of the burning wreckage that is her pussy and now this. James Frey couldn’t make this gathering of random negro souls up if this month’s rent depended on it. Bitch would be out on the streets trying to get on Quween’s good side. Unbelievable.
Leave it up to Karrine and her big bag of hoe tricks to try to steal RuPaul’s mustache thunder. We’re supposed to be discussing the mutha-fuckin-stache at this moment! Sharing a mutual admiration of dicks is one thing. This shit right here?
