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.
She got a donk?
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.