Why didn't I go to Arizona State? These mother-fuckers are the ruler, and their bulges serve. I get so much life! Somebody get me a cocktail! 
Why didn't I go to Arizona State? These mother-fuckers are the ruler, and their bulges serve. I get so much life! Somebody get me a cocktail! 





Nationally syndicated talk show host Don Imus is the ruler. This old ugly gray fucker is so over, I live for anyone who can make repeated inadvertent racial slurs. First the basketball girls were "nappy headed ho's", and now he says that his "color" comment was "sarcastic". Oh ok, Don? Just change the set-up of your talk show to a whole morning call in hate theme. It could be an open forum where bigots and racist can call in daily and call African Americans "niggers" and "porch monkeys". I would live! I would listen daily and not even be mad.









This porch monkey flying gargoyle tree inhabitant looking mother fucker is on his grind. And besides all of those prior adjectives to describe him, he could still get it. His new cd The Carter III has sold 1.5 million units in its first week. He didn't even need all of the media hype that 50 and Kanye created. The whole cd is "fiyah". Check out Weezy's new single with T-pain "Got Money". Trust that it will be a club banger! Oh hell no...Hold up! Why am I blogging on the train, and this man all dressed in business attire is picking his nose so viciously and violently. Get out your hand sanitizer people. Ummm...
Ok, so remember the married man from last weekend? He's back! He's been calling, and I haven't answered because, why should I? I know what he wants, and it's not happening. For some reason last night, I answered... "Why haven't you been answering my calls", he says? I gave him the "I've been busy with work" excuse. Can I just also add that his voice could make a nun curse, so sexy. Before I knew it, somewhere after hello the only thing I had on was my Kinoki detox foot pads and a smile. I've never been into the whole phone sex thing, but it was hot. I guess when there is hope of a relationship, you don't fully let your guards down. He might think I'm a freak, and guys don't marry the freaks, they only fuck them...Right? I could give a good fuck about this man and his freaky married ass, and last night it showed. I was saying shit that I thought I'd never hear come out of my mouth. I'm not gonna be able to look my mother straight in the eyes for a good two...try 3 months. Thank God and Verizon for free nights and weekends, because it lasted for 163 minutes and 3 seconds. Maybe it's the allure of a married man, or I'm exploring a new part of my sexuality? Who knows, but 30 isn't looking so bad anymore...


Right...So this time it wasn't out on the streets where I found this condom wrapper--It was on my bedroom floor. Give me second to explain--hold on I need to take a sip of water for this one...(GULP, GULP, GULP...I said GULP). Better...Ok, See what had happened was I had went to the club on Friday (big up to my boys at LIV, go support). It was cute, all of the girls decided to come out and twirl. My dookie Norman, Tamika, Hadi, Carlton (mother), Kenny, Elias, and Ray just to name a few. For those of you who caught me out the other night, I was wearing some particularly extremely pornographic skinny jeans. "How'd you get into those", says the trade. I replied, "Getting into them wasn't the problem, getting out of them will be a task". "I'm good at taking off pants, my own or anyone else's", he says. "I'm sure you are, but in the meantime could you buy me a vodka tonic", as I lift my sunglasses to get a better look at him. Next thing you know, you would think he was Usher and I was that bitch in the video, cause we was makin' some love in the club. I checked my phone to see what time it was (you have to make sure you leave before the lights come on, or else you look "thirsty"). "I gotta go", I say as I beckon for my friends. "Is that it, we not gon' chill?" I told him that if chill meant fuck, that I couldn't see it. I made that absolutely clear! Next thing you know he's at my house and he has his finger in my butt. I said no fucking, I never said he couldn't stick his finger in my ass. After some pretty hot frottage we fell asleep. Shortly after, I was awakened by some rustling around. I thought he was reaching for his cell phone or something? Nope, this motherfucker was getting a condom out of his wallet, and proceeded to put it on. Didn't I say I couldn't see that earlier? Needless to say I sent him home to his wife pitching the biggest tent ever. Oh, yeah I forgot to tell you that he was married. I swear to God! What a waste of a condom.! Happy Monday, Oh and sorry about the finger in the butt talk. I'll do better, I know we've talked about this before. 


As cute as Solange has been looking these days, why the fuck does she think she can have a successful singing career? Did you guys listen to that? I thought about posting two of them, but feared hate emails. If big sister wasn't making enough money, she's definitely fine now that brother-in-law Jay is in place. Why doesn't she just sit back, chill, raise her son, and make an occasional photo-op? She sounds like Mya on meth and valium. By the way, where is Mya? Cute dress though Solange!



Why is Kanye murdering this track....? This queen is rapping like it's the last song he'll ever record. Also check him out on the 'Everybody Nose' remix with Pharell and Pusha T. Major!







