Brew Bits: Girl, Bye Files

Yes..that's a mug shot.. Classy.

Deep from the annals, of the: 'I'M NOT GETTING AS MUCH AIR TIME AS THAT TATTED UP WHO-ARE, FILES!' Here comes Mistress Number 2, of the um...Vanilla Gorilla, writing a letter of apology to Sandra Bullock.

Melissa Smith says, "I compromised my beliefs on several occasions and as a result will never forgive myself." (Ah, for TWO YEARS?) "Please contact me if you wish to discuss on the phone or in person."

I mean does she think they're gonna be besties? I'm so confused. Read this nonsense HERE. (TMZ scares me. How do they get this ish?)


The most 'WTF?' part of this is, she appears to have faxed it to Sandra's production office. Because there is nothing you want more than your staff handing you a letter from your husband's mistress, hot off the presses. Lady, why don't you just have a talk with you God and leave Sandra out of it? This is some hoodrat stuff.

Brew Bits: Big Pun's widow on life after Pun

In this web interview with Ms. Drama, Widow Pun- discusses living in a shelter, her no love for Fat Joe (she's convinced he owes her money) and the abuse she was dealt from the hand of the Not a Player, who Crushed a lot.

Ok, here's my question...even if you feel alllll this money was owed to you- though I seriously don't see how. In allllllllllll these years you never considered going to Sanz school, learning a trade and getting a JOB? HUH?? Girl, bye!

I'm not even going to get into how the mechanics of not being able to run from this dude right here, is a damn shame! Rest In Peace.

PS, Girl Go learn a Gotdamn Trade!

WB Bulljive File: GIRL, BYE!

Setting musical recording back 5000 years, MTV's vapid and plastic Heidi Montag is wait for it... in the studio recording. (Her and EVERY other nigro in ATL, NY, and LA.)

What makes this Girl, Bye! worthy is that this fool wants to get Lil' Weezy Wayne "Like a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed" in the studio with her. Aim high and fall far, I guess? Read the story by clicking the link.. my head hurts.

Spring Cleaning Brew Style: #4, Girl, Bye!

We all have them, women or men in our lives that we call friends. But have they really earned that title? Now, time and again we can all get annoyed with even our besties. But what if you consistently leave a person feeling drained and disgusted? Guess what, they aint your friends.
Cut out that feminine need to people please at your own expense, being a victim is not cute.

TIPS TO KNOW WHEN IT'S TIME TO DUMP A BITCH

You find yourself dreading their company. If you have to get your game face on to see your home girl, go get a bikini wax, file your toenail clippings, just do something else positive with your time.

If you KNOW they talk about you, because you talk about them... LIKE A DOG.

If they take joy in your misery and set up events where they can watch the show unfold. Not only is this beeyatch, not your friend.. you should probably punch her in her face. Just saying..

When they tell you they are going to date your ex boyfriend. I'm not talking about some dude you went for drinks with or 'dated' for 15 mins in college, but someone you had a full blown relationship with. This is not an episode of of 90210, furthermore Brenda should STILL kick Kelly's monkey ass for that bullshit... uh, sorry where was I?



Seriously, that's that BULLISHT!

When the thought of you possibly doing better than them in any fashion sends them into a tailspin. Have you ever told your 'friend' some great news... new promotion/job, you finally perfected your BJ technique, you got that wart removed, only to have her go off the friggen rails, at your happiness? ''OHHH NOOO, WHAT ABOUT MY WARRRTTT?'', this hose beast sobs.... "Now I have to get MYYY wart removed.'' The idea that you could possibly be walking around wart free, sends her into such a tizzy that she has to be soothed by you, and you can't even enjoy the fact that you are no longer Warty McForty! WTF?

You just don't like yourself when you are around this douchebag. You find yourself second guessing the hotness, awesomeness, and sheer 'the shit-ness' that is you, after a hour in she-bitches company. There is a problem. Never let anyone snatch your swagger. Damn, that!