With all of his pool parties and court side appearances I almost forgot about the danger that Rabid Beaver imposes on the rest of society. His whoring for propaganda has not been in vain since he has cemented his position as everyone’s BFF again over the past couple weeks.
You can’t put all the heat on his ass though because his celebutard buddies know exactly what they are doing by showing their “support.”
Ugh. This is why I fuck with real men like Dwight Eubanks.
Not this Judy Jetson hoe again. Rihanna has been out and about more this week than Cassie’s private parts. It’s not like she is Dwight Eubanks or anything so I’m not exactly press to cover her every move. However, a bitch must meet her weekly quota so click away.
I can’t wait for her Lifetime movie. I don’t think it will live up to the kitchen table vomiting scene in Life Is But A Dream but it’s worth a try. Debbie Allen can’t be that busy.
My digital dealer Freddy O was on hand to witness the greatness that is Dwight Eubanks as he hosted the 2009 Fashion & Style Honors. There is some talk that the apple of my eye was in full on diva mode when worthless peons crowded the backstage area and proceeded to breathe all his air and shit.
STOP THE TRACK! LET ME STATE FACTS! HE TOLD YOU TO GIVE HIM A MINUTE AND HE’LL BE RIGHT BACK!
Divas need adequate space when they are pampering and preparing. Dwight is no different! There is nothing worse than having a bunch of momofukas around you while you are trying tweak your tuck. What part of the game is that? Act like you have some home training and give a bitch 50 feet!
Now lick his cookies and drink his apple juice.
Real talk, you children know that I have a zest for life and all but this is just too much tang to consume at once! My face is currently screwed up something awful after looking through all these pit-chas. If I didn’t swallow another multivitamin for the rest of the week I would be good but both you and I know I still am going to. I have a problem. I feel like I should be on a hour long special on TLC.
Dust, coke, base, soap, grab that queen around her throat! Dwight Eubanks is taking you bitches to another level. I just hope you have on comfortable walking shoes.
Dwight showed up to Lisa Wu-Hartwell’s otherwise boring dinner party on Friday wearing chinchilla snuggie pants and a decadent smile! I see the hate in your eyes boo. Feel free to click the little red x in the corner of your browser if you can’t handle the fevah.
Want more? Well grab a plate and get you a piece whore!
You see the outfit! Get you a piece whore!
Just when I was about to check myself in the same halfway house as Michael Vick after watching Aunt Viv’s psychic friend commercial I logged on The YBF and read that tangmaster Dwight Eubanks from The Real Hood Rats of Bankhead will indeed star in his own reality series!
Essence.com is the new go to place when I want to a confirmation or denial about some Z-list shit. I’ve been debating on if I should start a rumor about Dr. Bobby Jones and Dwight Eubanks being involved in a torrid love affair just so I can get some type of written reaction from all related parties. Self satisfaction is the name of the game.
Former [sting, bitch, sting!] Real Housewives of Atlanta cast member DeShawn Snow talked to the website about being booted from the show for being too boring. Makes sense to me! Oh, and Meek Meek will not be replacing her ass. I know how disappointed you are, it will be okay.
ESSENCE.COM: We hear that you are no longer returning to “The Real Housewives of Atlanta.” Is that true?
DESHAWN SHOW: Yes, one of the producers called me yesterday and said that they wouldn’t take my option.ESSENCE.COM: What reason did they give for not inviting you back for the second season?
SNOW: [One of the producers] called and said that I was “too human for a circus show” and that because the show did so well, they are about to pump up the drama and they didn’t think that I would fit in. He gave me an example, saying that during the reunion when I found out what a few of the other ladies said about me, they were expecting me to say more, but I’m not the type to go “television” and start acting crazy because somebody’s talking about me. I’m fine with the decision. It wasn’t my decision. They let me go and there are no hard feelings. I am thankful for the opportunity.
