Okay, so the video is 11 minutes long, but Mr. Man in the purple shirt looks like a York Peppermint patty on a sticky summer day so it’s worth it ladies (and fellas in hiding).
Quick breakdown: Lil Fizz’s stunt double (Michael) and Lezerick used to be friends and got into a physical fight after Michael decided to pour a little liquor on the ground in honor of his “dead homies.” Thug life. Anywhoo, Lezerick is suing for medical bills he incurred as a result of the injuries he sustained at the hands of Lil Fizz, the gangsta. Michael and Judge Brown got off to a rocky start, to say the least. Wait for the part where he says the judge wears a dress. *dead*
Okay, all jokes aside (for a split second), is the judge jumping to conclusions too soon based on Michael’s speech and demeanor?
I feel quite accomplished now that I’ve done two “serious” posts for the day, but what’s Looseneck without the fuckery?
Yesterday, as luck would have it (the fuckery gods are good to me), I happened to be home and caught this wonderful piece of tv legal drama. Wearing her Sunday best wig, Frankie appeared in court as a defendant. She was being sued by a member of the group Freak Nasty turned club owner (yes, let that sink in) for allegedly breaching her contract. After explaining that it was “one of those days and she was going through it, right?” pleading her case in her own….special way and having half of her litter appear on her behalf. Frankie actually won the case.
They say you should never judge a man’s actions, till you know his motives.
This is the story of the woman who claimed she won the lottery, and decided to extend her benevolent hand by offering to take the entire hood on a shopping spree at the Burlington Coat Factory. The happy crowd quickly transformed into an angry mob when they realized that after their shopping carts were filled with hopes and dreams, no such retail miracle would be occurring.
Bless her heart for trying to be a recession samaritan. Jesus, you’re wanted on Line 1!
Nothing like a little niggatry to get you over an afternoon on Hump day. With a new album in the works, and a new tour on the horizons, every pre-teen girl’s best friend outside of Lisa Frank decided to show us his digs, grace us with the beauty of (and trash inside) his Maybach, and dish on his difficult diet and his love for chicken. Happy Wednesday!
Le sigh…the Ghetto Fabulous Cougar Crew hit up everyone’s favorite lesbihoooooonest tv personality yesterday and….lawd. Why must they bring their uncouth behavior into the homes of the REAL housewives of middle America who watch daytime television? For once though, NeNe was not to blame. This time it was the wig snatcher and husband stealer who went at it, calling each other names, airing each other’s dirty laundry and so on and so on. Poor Ellen, she didn’t what she got herself into. She eventually tried to squash the quarrel by suggesting a game of musical chairs, and that to say the least, was quite entertaining.
Watch her never have people of color or wig wearers on her show after this, and don’t tell Wayne Brady’s been a guest - he doesn’t count!
It’s fitting that after our President gave that uplifting speech yesterday, a video like this would hit the web today. Le sigh….my people. Feast your eyes on this street side throw down between these two….uhhh…..pleasantly plump ladies. Over what you ask? You should already know - the human fun stick. What’s so special about this fight though is that none of the parties involved are actually having intimate relations with this prized peen. Smh! Aren’t you proud to be an American?
Dear friends, we are gathered here today to witness an act of niggatry so extreme it almost makes Frankie look poised.
Watch as this grandmother makes the poor news crew flee as if they’d seen Star Jones naked, when they came to her home for the investigation of a story. The story being that her underage granddaughter is making wages at the local whorington spot. Truancy (and ignorance) are a concern indeed.
“Rosemary don’t live here!” *packs bags to meet my maker*
Usually when I come across a priceless piece of niggatry such as this, I do my best to set up the entire scenario, but for once I am left searching for the right words to describe all the tomfoolery that occurs in this clip. Sonic, get on your shit and give these two an endorsement deal. I realize that they are at a KFC that we were informed has no grilled chicken, but this is by far better than any of your commercials.
Please come and collect your people…my name is now Becky bitches. I refuse. Hotsauce in my bag, hot sauce in my baggggg…..yup, babygirl chipotleeeeeee
I. Die. Slowly.
When Lil Wayne brought his daughter and all her AA titty cupped friends on stage while he and the rest of Young Money performed “Every Girl” at the BET awards, it caused quite the uproar in the media. Well if you couldn’t stomach that, DO NOT PRESS PLAY! At some random concert somewhere between Fried Chicken Lane and Bad Credit Avenue, the local rappers showed out to perform the family anthem “I Eats Da P*ssy” with all the kiddies providing the background dance….the way God and R. Kelly intended. Le sigh…and watch them run to Maury when little Laquisha gets pregnant in sixth grade. My people, my people!
