Last night, the majority of the A-list audience gave Frank Ocean a rousing standing ovation as he walked to the stage to accept his award for Best Urban Contemporary Album at The 55th Annual Grammy Awards – except for Chris Brown.
At last, the streets of Ladera Heights are civil once again.
Officials with the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department said today that they plan to close the misdemeanor battery case against Chris Brown.
The decision comes after Frank Ocean revealed that he’ll “choose sanity” and will not press charges against Yellow Cake in connection with a windmill fight the two entertainers had in a parking lot last week. Remind me to use that one the next time I file a police report of my own.
“No criminal charges. No civil lawsuit,” Ocean wrote on his Tumblr. “But as a man I am not a killer. I’m an artist and a modern person. I’ll choose sanity. No criminal charges. No civil lawsuit. Forgiveness, albeit trite, is wisdom.”
According to producer Michael Uzowuru’s account, Rabid Beaver tried to “beat the living shit out of” Ocean when he arrived at the studio with Frank and a third man named Chito, and the space clearly reserved for Ocean at Westlake Studios was taken.
Uzowuru says the front desk informed the trio that the orange Lambo belonged to CB, and 10 minutes later the magical creature emerged with a “big dude” and a “skinnier dude” — and when Frank told Chris, “You parked in my spot, move” that’s when Summer’s Eve skeeted everywhere.
Where is A-Wax from ‘Menace II Society’ when you need him to talk sense into two squabbling ass negros?
In today’s pop culture driven world, many people are so busy overindulging in the aspects of Rihanna‘s personal life that they forget often her chief contribution to society — melodic goat whispering.
With her uber-candid February 2013 cover story for Rolling Stone magazine focusing primarily on her reconciliation with Chris Brown and what the reunion means for her image, expect for public interest about their relationship to continue rising.
Get it together or forget it forever: “He doesn’t have the luxury of fucking up again. That’s just not an option. I can’t say that nothing else will ever go wrong. But I’m pretty solid in the knowing that he’s disgusted by that. And I wouldn’t have gone this far if I ever thought that was a possibility.”
Life support: “Wait. You think I’m here to rehabilitate Chris? No, no, no. That is not my purpose. Trust me. I could have done that from the jump if I thought that was my job. My job was to take care of myself – and I did. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think Chris was ready.”
He sings, he dances, he often times finds himself relating to Biblical scriptures: Blessed are they who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 5:10 KJV)
Following his alleged assault on singer Frank Ocean over a parking spot on Sunday night, Chris Brown is feeling crucified just like Jesus. And I’m laughing like shit about it.
Yesterday, the Rabid Beaver from Tappahannock posted a photo of Jesus on the cross to his Instagram account with the caption “Painting the way I feel today. Focus on what matters!”
I’ve got no further comment to add other than this gem from E-40. “Jesus Christ had dreads, so shake em. I ain’t got none but I’m planning on growing some.” Now, tell me when to go.
The people of Facebook have spoken, and most are in favor of Chris Brown‘s gracious effort to serve you abundant life as seen in the latest issue of XXL Magazine.
Erica - Two snaps, a twist, and a kiss. Sidenote: He really should leave the drugs alone. His slip is showing.
Andrew - That it’s a promotional still from Vampire In Brooklyn II: Restraining Orders Suck
Ant - I could’ve swore this was Peppa Labeja [from Paris Is Burning] when she took that trip down memory lane about her mutha burning her fur coat and the devastation to the nation it brought.
Tiffany - Chris is sitting higher than giraffe pussy and I would be remised as a lover of 70′s blaxploitation films if I didn’t pay homage for trying to re-create the Dolemite effect. Salute, sir!
Sylvia B. - All he needs to complete this look is a set of chola brows.