SECRET LIVES of GHETTO CELEBS

August 5th, 2006

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or WE MUST SAVE JERMAINE DUPRI’s LITTLE POOPCHUTE.

I know how all of you love to see little J.D. and PENNY WOODS play dress up. Their clothes coordinate with their shoes and pocketbooks way better than even JAYONCE. Their both so cute in kind of a ‘Gremlins x Puppetmaster’ mash up kind of way, but with the news that these two would soon no longer be living in sin I realized that something sinister was afoot.

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Behind that impish smile that PENNY WOODS uses is an evil nympho mean streak and I believe that JANET will turn into PEGGY WOOD the minute the nuptials are complete. I think JERMAINE knows whats in store for his tiny little bumbum and he has been trying to holler at us to rescue him from the bedroom terror of MIZZ JACKSON’s strap on.

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I hear your cries JERMAINE and I will try to save you from JOE JACKSON’s demon spawn daughter. We need to start a petition or something that opposes their marriage. Maybe CRUNK & Disorderly or CONCRETE LOOP will join us. If BYRON CRAWFORD and the Mindset Army get wind of this plan we may be able to save JERMAINE’s asshole so that only CLIVE DAVIS has unobstructed access.

Let’s Get Physical…

August 5th, 2006

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If I do another M.I.L.F. list you can be sure that OLIVIA NEWTOWN-JOHN will be getting my greasy manhood. However, this post isn’t about m.i.l.f.s or musicals, but it’s all about getting sweaty. Tomorrow night my cousin BONECRUSHER will debut on VH-1’s show that displays fatty angst called ‘Celebrity Fit Club’. Just like me, BONECRUSHER is a fat smelly bastard, but everybody else on the cast smells like shit too (except ANGIE STONE, she smells like ass and baby powder).

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BONECRUSHER – smells like hot ass and barbeque rib sauce.

pussy VINCENT PASTORE – smells like Jimmy Hoffa’s ass and pussy.

family ties TINA YOTHERS – What would we do baby without us ba da ba daaaaaa. I smell Alex Keaton shoved up her ass.

isaac TED LANGE – Tatoo is definetly shoved inside this dude’s arse

carnie CARNIE WILSON – stomach staples are falling out her crusty ass.

nic the spic NIC TURTURRO – I didn’t know JOHN TURTURRO’s brother was a Mexican?!? You do know that all Mexicans keep a can of guacamole in their asshole?

d'angelo's meatbag ANGIE STONE – I smell doodee and neo-soul

baywatch beatbox ERICA ELENIAK – I saved her for last because I want to beat fire out of her ass just to spite HASSELHOFF.

VH-1: Where dead celebs go to have their caskets opened.

BILLY SUNDAY’s LATE NITE FUNK FLIX

August 5th, 2006

MICHAEL HAMPTON rips P-FUNK’s ‘Red Hot Mama’

SUMMER BREEZE…

August 4th, 2006

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Summer breeze
sure do feel fine,
blowin’ thru the crack
of my behind.

Don’t ask because you really don’t want to know. Just understand how happy I am that I have a loving, supportive ladyfriend who would do anything for me. She knows how stressed a brother be sometimes and she tries to make things easy for me. She bought me tickets for tonight’s KAIJU BIG BATTEL because she knows how much I love that type of shit. One of these years I will compete in the KAIJU as my alter-ego superhero monster. ASSQUATCH.

Saturday night I will go to Brooklyn Museum of Art for a hot second to peep my homey DJ REBORN spin music at the monthly First Saturday event. Artsy Black chicks and their girlfriends go cruising for the fellas at this event. Artsy Black chicks are cool as summer jumpoffs because they don’t require as much money as Black girls with processed hair. Don’t let the artsy broad stick around your apartment past Columbus Day though or she will try to get through the winter with you. Cut and run playas.

I’ll prah’lee see my boy COMBAT JACK with another one of his kids. Everytime I run into CJ at the grown and sexy Black functions he has another child in tow with him. When we politicked at the Lil’ Brother concert he had six kids with him. They were all his sons. He might have 10 kids in total. I blame that on him being Haitian.

ICE-T and BODY COUNT at the Knitting Factory later Saturday night. I am in there like swimwear. I rue the day I left my CD’s in my car and some crackhead stole all my used CD’s. Funkadelic, Primus and Body Count were all sold together for a dollar I’m sure.

Sunday has me back in Brooklyn for my homegirl KEITA and DJ SPINNA’s ‘Prince vs. Michael Jackson’ party. As usual, more beautiful people and good vibes to contend with. I plan on popping some serious tags on Sunday so holler at a player when you see him in the streets.

NAH’RIGHT IS A BEAST!

August 3rd, 2006

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I am in the midst of some major family dysfunction so I haven’t had the mind to generate anything new or compelling for the peoples. I suppose we all have our crosses to bear so I won’t bore you with the details right now, but trust that there will be a post about this situation sometime in the future…

In the meantime and in bewtween time I have been following the internets via my cell phone provided to me by Sprint/MCI Communications (thanks party peoples). Right before all of our eyes we are experiencing a profound movement of thought. The internets are surpassing television as a source for entertainment and information. For a lot of reasons this makes all the sense too. The direct programming of the internets allows us all to become the CEO’s of our own personal networks. We decide what we watch and read when we want to. Cable and satellite television was the precursor to this with their hundreds of channels available, but the internets has millions upon billions of options to choose from.

The blog world is growing everyday too. As people become blog readers they evolve into blog writers. At some point we will all have our own websites. Until then I want to push you to a few places for you to enjoy some inspirational content at least until I have the mind to return to my grizzle…

NAH’RIGHT
is the fucking truth. This dude has posts that have over a thousand comments. Hip-Hop may be dead everywhere else in America, but it is alive and gully over at NAH’RIGHT.

Blogger crack is what my boy AMADEO has been smoking ever since he dropped his cig habit.

GEE, The INSURGENT SCRAPBOOKER would dig this brother’s mind. AMADEO, keep your hands off her though, that’s still my M.I.L.F. poonahnee.

Speaking of crack… Do you cats eff with RAFI at OH WORD!? He is running a theme called ‘Crack Week’ over at his site and he lets me drop a few guest posts from time to time. He’s not just my Ghetto Big Mac co-star, but he’s my client.

BIOCHEMICAL SLANG is still the internets best kept secret.