In Case You Missed It
I have no real reason to watch I Want To Work For Diddy now that contestant Laverne is no longer in the running to be Sean’s ball ticker. I had a feeling the panel would keep Poprah and her Appalachian Trail teeth around for one more week. This world is bugged!
Laverne gave a tearful exit interview that rivaled Evita Perón’s historic speech. Don’t cry for me Argentina, indeed.
YouTube Clip of the Day
African Boi and his Little Richard inspired wig breaks down YouTube mega-hit “It’s So Cold In The D.” How the fuck do we posed to keep peace?
You Sent It: A Royal Wedding
A great mind once said “it’s so cold in the D, how the fuck do we posed to keep peace?” I concur.
Jah Jah just sent over 30+ flicks of what is being dubbed as the Royal Wedding that almost made me turn in my Black card. I don’t even know where to start. Take me higher, Sweet Minty Jesus! Check out the gallery for the full fuckery action.
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Still Standing
Rocking a Yankees fitted and Dolce & Gabbana flea market shades, the corpse of 24-year-old Angel Pantoja Medina was mourned by relatives while propped upright in his mother’s living room.
I blame Jay-Z! His ass said “I put on for my city so, when I’m dead and gone I got one last wish, put my Yankees hat on” in his verse on the remix to “I Put On.” What part of the game is this?!
His brother Carlos told the El Nuevo Dia newspaper the victim had long said he wanted to be upright for his own wake: “He wanted to be happy, standing.”
The owner of the Marin Funeral Home, Damaris Marin, told The Associated Press the mother asked him to fulfill her dead son’s last wish. [1]
Pantoja was found dead Friday underneath a bridge in San Juan and buried Monday. Police are investigating. [source]
[1] Riddle me this Batman: Did he know in advance that somebody was going to murk him out?
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Blame It On Birth Control
A new study finds that birth control pills could mess up a woman’s ability to find a compatible mate. Best excuse for hooking up with traic negroids ever.
While several factors can send a woman swooning, including big brains and brawn, body odor can be critical in the final decision, the researchers say. That’s because beneath a woman’s flowery fragrance or a guy’s musk the body sends out aromatic molecules that indicate genetic compatibility.
Major histocompatibility complex (MHC) genes are involved in immune response and other functions, and the best mates are those that have different MHC smells than you. The new study reveals, however, that when women are on the pill they prefer guys with matching MHC odors. [source]
[Thanks Tia]
News Break
Good lady ladies and zestlemen! There’s nothing quite like Monday prostitution fuckery to set the tone of the entire week.
A fight between a suspected prostitute and his customer Sunday night led to a minor car wreck and charges for both men.
According to a police affidavit, a man in a truck stopped and picked up another man, who was dressed as a woman, at Third and Biscayne.
After a brief negotiation, they drove to a bank ATM at Third and Mitchell so the customer could get $50.
But the prostitute told police he became suspicious that his customer might be a police officer, so he tried to get out.
He told officers the man wouldn’t let him out, so he punched the accelerator, and the truck slammed into a car parked at the Crystal Palace skating rink.
Faces From The Milk Carton
I refuse to speak about this. Besides, Xilla already covered everything.
Tommy Davidson likes to party with rock stars, as seen above at Slash’s birthday bash surrounded by hot white women ducking drops of sweat flying off Tommy’s bird chest. I bet there was a lot of sexual intellectualism going on in there, maybe that’s why Tommy Davidson didn’t bother to put on underwear. Free Ball or bust I guess. [pause] How much does this picture bother you?
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