YouTube Clip of the Day
No spoiler sentence. Just know that the turn around time for political fueled fuckery never ceases to amaze me. iQuit!
No spoiler sentence. Just know that the turn around time for political fueled fuckery never ceases to amaze me. iQuit!
Writer’s Note: Freshalina was originally going to write this post, but her feelings were too hurt.
Watching Intervention (my favorite Monday night ritual, HELLO!) is like going through a rollercoaster of emotions. You laugh, You get mad, sometimes frustrated at their actions.
And sometimes, you cry.
You cry hard.
But not as hard as homeboy in the above clip. On a recent episode of Intervention, Rocky, a former boxer sees his son for the first time in 15 years. After holding up a poker face during most of the intervention, a wave of sadness and realization of his actions came down on him harder than a hunger attack on Aretha. Click play, and let the emotions flow.

Time on my hands, since you going away to jail boy, I ain’t got no plans, no no no no . . .
Mouth crust specialist Lil’ Boosie was sentenced to four years in prison yesterday for probation violations, stemming from the rapper’s failure to follow the conditions of his probation following multiple gun and drug charges. I guess its time to pack another case of insulin for the trip.
Boosie was convicted on drug and gun charges in September in connection with an October 2008 arrest when police found a bag of marijuana, a blunt and a gun in a vehicle he was driving. The pot charge along could have landed him in prison for 20 years, with a mandatory minimum of five years for the gun charge. After the plea, Moore ordered Boosie to be electronically monitored and to clear all concert dates with the court while awaiting sentencing, according to Louisiana newspaper The Advocate. But when the judge found out that the rapper had violated his terms, Moore ordered him to spend four years in prison, meaning he will likely do at least two full years, his lawyer said.
The Coogi King released an official statement [now is not the time to laugh] today regarding his extended sentence.
“I made some very foolish choices, but I was doing the best I could to provide for my family before I went away to jail. Clearly I exercised terrible judgment and I hope to get the opportunity to prove that I can make great decisions for my family and the community in the future.”
What happens to a dream fucking deferred?
The always outspoken self-renowned fresh water tuna Timaya had an encounter with a catfish in an Armani suit Dwight Eubanks from The Real Housewives of Atlanta that was everything but kisses and french fries (c) Drama Dupree.
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Stephon Marbury had a photographer on hand during his emotional 24-hour webcast earlier this week. Here are a few snap shots for you to pray glimpse over. The purpose of the live stream was to show fans a typical day during the off season but quickly turned into a Vaseline consuming, dramatic cunt fest. Girl, I guess.
I’m convinced that the internet [especially sites like Twitter, Ustream, and Justin.tv] have their servers reside in the 9th Circle of Hell. From Solange Piaget’s haircut causing an international stir on Twitter, to Lil’ Bow Wow being felt up by trannies in Chris Stokes’s bathroom, these networking sites have caused celebrities to expose themselves to the public, and, in return, has made people ask the question “How Far is Too Far?”
This leads to Mr. Stephon Marbury. A year ago, life was good. He was a well known basketball star and owned a shoe line that was sold at Steve and Barry’s. Cut to 2009, and he has become a free agent with no contract offer, and Steve and Barry’s went bankrupt during the recession, leaving him without a job, and no endorsement offer. We all know that idle hands are the devil workshop and Mr. Marbury is no exception.
Father I stretch my hands to thee! If the following isn’t the work of photoshop the cunty gang of singing siblings from BET’s Brother To Brutha may have a few skeletons in their closets. Get you a piece of the premiere zest fest after the jump!
Never mind the Maxine Shaw braid bob there are bigger issues going on in the above picture. Your Cousin thought it would be a good luck to deck her child in this dreadful House of Dead Wrong cheetah-rific outfit. I don’t have any children of my own but even I know that you don’t set kids up for failure by sending them out into the world looking like they are the future lace front supporters.
Hit up Destiny’s Child: The Rumors for more full fledge fashion fuckery.
“Last night I thought there was one in there but I couldn’t find it. My husband offered to take a look but I said: ‘Uh, actually, no thanks.’ Cos, you know, some things just … Anyway, I had to go to my gynecologist’s office – which is in New Jersey, where I live – first thing this morning. I waited in my car until the office was open so she could see me right away. It was fine. There was nothing there.”
- – Wendy Williams on her tampon being M.I.A.
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