Rihanna was on the receiving end of one helluva a “bitch, you wait til I get on this master cleanse diet” look of love while exiting a restaurant in New York City on Tuesday night. She hit the eatery with record exec Steve Stoute, who is best know here in Crunkland for getting bashed upside the head with a champagne bottle by Diddy than his achievements in the music industry.
No hate here today. If you’re going to whore for propaganda you might as well look go while doing so. More flicks for your viewing pleasure under the hood.
But first let the record show that I will never forgive my twin Kid Fury for saying that the Sam’s Choice version of Rabid Beaver’s lips resembled a pig’s pussy.
Dawn and Mz. Que fight the battle against good and evil in a new shots snapped by celebrity photographer Derek Blanks. As a supporter of Prop 8 and think its wonderful these two women are courageously showing their affection towards each other in such a bold and public way. The sacred act of bumping tangueray area never meant so much to me before. Thank you for sharing, kids.
Instead of frolicking around in front of the camera they should be asking questions on why Diddy has been holding their checks for the last month but if they like it you know I love it. One would think it would be hard to cool off after a hot round of birthday sex with no electricity in your apartment but let love rule!
Bad Boy for life.
All eyes are on the 2009 BET Awards just not for the fuckery the show usually brings but the show’s dedication to the life and legacy of Michael Jackson. Pull up a folding chair next to your favorite Crunkster in the comment section during the telecast!
Since my shit talking cannot be chopped down to 140 characters I am going to live blog from here tonight. Get you a piece, whore! Check it out under the cut!
Just when you thought the week couldn’t get any damn worse Mouf Breever and Mr. Grinch hooked up for a reunion of sorts at the opening night for “The Rock N Roll Of Hip Hop” photo exhibit in Beverly Hills on Friday night.
Cassie was on the receiving end of a wicked tongue lashing from radio personality Charlamagne [former sidekick of Wendy Williams] when she stopped through the shock jock’s morning radio show. The song bird [you know I'm no good] didn’t have much to say when she was put on blast her whore for propaganda ways. Surprise, surprise.
Little Miss Ventura has never been the type to defend herself much. Who could forget the video featuring Diddy defending her lame performance on 106 & Park where she just blinked and nodded along with what was being said. Oh, you say you did? Well peep the clip after the jump for a refresher course. I should’ve realized they were fucking back then but I was trying to be positive. Stop laughing.
Epiphany time! As long as there are whores for propaganda running wild in the streets I will never be out of a job and fuckery will continue to be epicenter of our world.
Cassie is still screwing the boss, much to the chagrin of Kim Porter. Diddy and Madame Glowsticks were photographed [separately] outside of Deluxe night in Beverly Hills club last night. One could argue that being seen out in at the same spot isn’t enough concrete evidence for the fucking claim but, eh, why would you defend either parties to begin with?
Enjoy the low life while you can, Ventura. Once he has sucked your soul dry you will be splitting shifts with Cheri Dennis at Tire Kingdom.