Something in my spirit is telling me that someone out there is mugging the screen saying “the fuck are these people.” It’s alright love, just click here.
That T. Error Mari is really staying in the relevancy loop nowadays. She sold a little ass to Black Men’s and now she is hanging out with the girls who do it for a living, nice! Her record may not move any units but at least she will never go without the fine things in life such as Louis Vuitton and high quality yaki. You know, the type of hair that sells by the ounce not that Beverly Johnson shit.
I almost forgot to mention that if you tilt your head and squint your eyes just a little that Terricka looks like a strong-faced version of Keyshia Cole. This may just be one of Frankie’s kids she said she would “catch up later with.”
Keyshia Cole’s interview with Chelsea Handler [love that white girl] would have been so much better if she was in her 2005 mind frame or if her name was Nivea but she’s trying. She’s really trying! Thank God for Chelsea because we all know how blah KeKe can be in front of the camera.
Uncle Russell’s eyes were glued on one of Hugh Hefner’s former ball ticklers last night on the red carpet of his party. I’m sure if he really wanted to he could make Bridget his concubine of the moment and she wouldn’t have any problems with it. Once you have sucked an peen that ancient anything after that doesn’t seem bad.
Uncle Clive’s pre-award show party is one of the major highlights of the Grammy Awards weekend. Every year celebs gather in fabulous evening attire to pay tribute to the music exec. I would normally take this opportunity to make a ‘massa’ joke but since this is Black History Month I’m going to keep my lips sealed.
Nippy gave party guests a huge surprise when she hit the stage around 12:30 am to perform a medley of her past hits.
Houston, 45, sported big gold hoop earrings and a snug tea-length leopard-print gown as she confidently strutted across the stage in stiletto heels. Though her voice was not the sterling instrument of her prime, she seemed vocally fit, if somewhat buried by the loud band, backup singers and exuberant audience that cheered her return. [source]
Something in the milk ain’t clean about Fergie’s face but has it ever been? Now that’s the rhetorical question for the day. You take the piss stains away from her crotch area and you almost forget completely that its her! Or at least I do.
But I digress.
Keyshia left Neffie and Soullow at the crizzy and attended an exclusive party for Vanity Fair and Krug dinner at the Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles. I hope somebody checked her purse before she was allowed to walk out the door. Old habits die hard.
This shit is going to sell out faster than Obama victory newspapers! The cover featuring Frankie that is. You already know I’m buying five copies.
I’m not going to attempt to hide my disappointment that Neffie and Soullow weren’t invited to the photo shoot. Do you know how monumental that could have been? The tag line for the spread could have been Family Affair Fuckery. The world needs to be exposed to the beauty that is Neffie’s nape area! I know I’m not the only one who wants to reach out and touch the back of her kitchen with a hot comb and/or relaxer.
Take a stroll down memory lane with Frankie after the jump.