Please Hammer, Don’t Hurt ‘Em.
Being the sole party responsible for making 98% of the general public (okay, just me) interested enough in Shyne’s debut album to download it illegally from Napster washes away the fashion faux pas sins committed by Barrington Levy but I decided to publish this post anyway as a cautionary tale to the baby boomers of Crunkland. Don’t do it, please don’t do it.
Inspired by Gregg Leakes calling Peter Thomas a nigga on last week’s episode of ‘The Real Housewives of Atlanta’ and casually dropping the phrase “real talk” later in his subsequent response to the incident on Twitter, the dance hall icon took the stage alongside other reggae greats Shabba Ranks and Capleton at the Sounds Of Greatness Reloaded live show in New Jersey last week.
Dress your age and not your shoe size people.
When Trina laid out the guidelines on how to make a come up via baller peen on “Hustling” it was up to the youth to take notes and act accordingly — but a child has been left behind and might need the each one teach one version.
After managing to sneak backstage of a 2 Chainz concert by claiming to have been invited by rapper Cap-1, one groupie’s dreams of being a future cast member of Love and Hip Hop ATL were brought to an end once the TRU University dean to ask “is this your thot?” That means “who art thou hoe” for those not fluent in the latest trap lingo.
During the hot topics segment of a recent show, prized show horse Wendy Williams called a spade a spade and gifted Evelyn Lozada‘s newborn bundle of joy with Los Angeles Dodgers player Carl Crawford a shady nickname, ruffling the feathers of the ‘Basketball Pigeons’ star.
I want to congratulate Evelyn Lozada. Evelyn gave birth to a cash register — I mean a baby boy — with her fiancé, the $142 million Carl Crawford. I didn’t need to make that cash register joke but you see why it would be said. Evelyn girl, congratulations. And Carl, like a lot of sports players and a lot of artists, he’s not a bad looking man, but he certainly wasn’t getting the likes of a Evelyn Lozada if he wasn’t playing baseball. You know what I mean? Do you understand what I’m saying? She upgraded him and now that she’s had the baby, he’s upgrading her. If I were her, I’d be like ‘Miami who? Miami what?’ I would never go back to Miami.
Not one to let lactating keep her away from gutting a bitch, the new mommy promptly took to social media in order to air out Wendell’s husband Kevin Hunter’s dirty laundry.
Kenya Moore‘s stunts on ‘The Real Housewives of Atlanta’ to keep Peter Thomas from snatching her peach next season has left a nasty taste in the mouths of many viewers, including Tamar Braxton.
Taking part in the reality round-up segment of The Russ Parr Morning Show, the live action muppet decided to read Kenya Moore-Whore (copyright Phaedra Parks) for her faux side hoe confidence.
“I do think there were several ratchet moments, but the one that sticks out to me the most was Ms. Kenya, I’m not talking about Kenya per se, but just any woman who feels like it’s ok to have somebody’s husband and have a conversation with them one on one,” said Tamar. “And try to be friends with him and not the wife. That right there is slap nation moment, okay?”
National Treasure of The Trap, Tameka “Tiny” Harris, stopped by The Wendy Williams Show on Tuesday (March 25) to promote the new season of her hit VH1 reality show ‘T.I. & Tiny: A Family Hustle’ and put a few of you hoes in check who have made its your life’s mission to fuck up her good name.
It’s not easy being the prized swine of a man’s eye. During their chat, Tiny admitted to Wendell that her rump shaker was “a little bought” and also revealed that she also had her breasts enhanced. But mama ain’t raise no fool. Not one to mess with perfection, Tiny made it clear that she is not touching her nose because it’s the same as her father’s.
And for you hating hoes who believe the rumors that she and T.I. aren’t living happily together try again. ”We argue all the time, though. We had this one big fallout about the Grammys,” she told Wendell. “It just lingered on and it got bigger . . . We’re still together, there’s no divorce. We’re normal. We go through the same thing that every marriage goes through.”
T.I. And Tiny Arrive In Washington D.C.
Not that you should care but this month was fucking terrible for me on so many levels. Yeah, I’m glad that I lived to fight another day but I’m glad it’s almost over.
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