You all better know who Daphne Guinness is, but if you don't, you'll know after this post. Daphne is an heiress of the Guinness family. Yep, you got it--the beer. Besides hops, the Guinness' also dabble in banking and politics. Yadda yadda yadda, basically Daphne Guinness has money to blow! Apparently, she DOES have money to "Blow", because she put an end to the auction that was to be held in September containing Isabella Blow's (the woman who is noted for discovering Alexander McQueen) prized couture wardrobe. She put an end to the auction by buying out the whole collection of Blow's clothing. Guinness told the New York Times, "It's Issy--it's her DNA--it should not be scattered to the four winds. I want it to remain as a monument."
This is no surprise to the fashion world, because Daphne is no stranger to buying complete collections. When I say complete, I mean complete! She leaves no couture stone unturned! Oh, and you'll never catch her sitting on a second row at a fashion show. Besides, she doesn't really care about the show anyways, because she's so influential in the fashion world that designers call her for advice. She's already seen the collection months before you! Now who wants to fuck with her? I sure as hell don't.
Disclaimer: Before you look at the many photographs I've posted of Daphne, you must command complete silence in whatever room you're in. I'm so serious. No one is allowed to speak when looking at such amazing couture. Proceed.
Back That Ass Up?
Ok, so I'm sure you can already tell by the opening shot of the video that this will be way gross (Take that as your disclaimer). At a recent "hood" event this woman decided that it would be a good idea for her to leave the house with this on. Besides from the fact that her ass covers more square miles than the BP oil spill, her pants are virtually non-existent. I don't even have a vagina, but I have a sudden urge to go buy a huge box of Gyne-Lotrimin. The girl in the video should definitely seek a career in being the lead in vaginal itch commercials, cause there's no way those pants aren't scratching up her "peach".
I don't know who needs all of that ass? Anything that she wears looks pornographic. What does she wear to church? A P.T.A meeting? Court? The grocery store? A bat mitzvah? These are all questions I need answered. Oh, and she can also kiss running for a public office buh bye!
I bet if we pried her butt cheeks apart we'd find loose quarters, lint balls, Tupac's killer, a half pack of Now and Later candy, an empty water bottle, an old sombrero, a piñata, some old metro cards, loose pretzels, bar nuts, 5 earring backs, a doggie chew toy, old ATM receipts, a recipe book, old vhs tapes, a spare toothbrush, a deck of cards, an old set of rabbit ear antennas, the Da Vinci code, (fades down) a Proactiv 3-step Acne kit, an anal thermometer...
Caught By Q
I was on the bus the other night headed home, and sat down next to this woman. That was definitely a wrong move. This bitch was crazy as hell. She was talking to motherfuckers that weren't even there. She was mumbling something about war and swatting at invisible shit in the air. I guess the voices in her head got too loud, so she started to hold the sides of her dome really tight and rocking back and forth. At first glance, it looked like a new Soulja Boy dance, but I knew otherwise.
I had a plan if she decided to go off on me though. I was gonna mace her ass, and then bust her over the head with the big bag of change I keep in my bag. Luckily for her, she kept it cute and escaped suffering multiple contusions. The mind is a terrible thing to waste. Damn.
Now I know I shouldn't be talking about Auntie Urethra like this, but she was dead ass wrong. How the fuck are you gonna wear the same damn dress two nights in a row to two very high profile events? In the picture above she was at the Tony's on Sunday, and below she was photographed Monday at the Apollo Theatre Awards.
I know it takes a whoooooolllllleeee lotta fabric to cover those torpedo titties of hers, but goddamn! The same dress back to back though? She could have had some queen whip her up a dress I'm sure. All she did was change her damn wig. I bet she didn't even Febreeze that damn dress down. I'm sure the gown had hot sauce and gravy stains on it from the night before.
Aretha's people should be fired. Actually, they should be fired and sent to Mexico to work as a sex slaves. This is not good, lemme tell you!