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Thursday, October 15, 2009

Soulja Boy Tries To Prove He's Got Money


Soulja Boy just showed the world that he keeps thousands of dollars in jewels and designer handbags man-bags in his apartment. Not the brightest idea for someone who was robbed last year.

Soulja Boy posted the video in response to rumors he owes $10,000 to his landlord. Uh, why you got a LANDLORD if you've got chains worth hundreds of thousands of dollars? I'm just sayin'...




Sigh... how many diamonds had to die for this fool to parade his coonery on the airwaves. Imagine if he'd invested in higher education...

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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Divorcing the Nice Guy

And some of us wonder why we're still single, huh?


I'd like to punch her myself.

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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

INSPIRATIONAL FIRESIDE CHAT WITH THE BREW

FUGG IS WRONG WITH YOU?! Yea, you read me right. What the hell is your exact problem? I tell you, there is not much that pisses me off more than ‘DUMB ASS COLORED MOVES’.

Whoosahhh ...maybe I need to cool off and start from the beginning.

So, the economy is in the shitter right? And companies are looking for any reason to lay off dead weight. For instance, In my office the nasty acting obese woman who wears Christmas sweaters and too tight pure poly pants with elastic waistband-- (how are your pants too tight but have a stretchy waist band, that’s like some kind of scientific anomaly! Your girth is defying space aged polymers and 'ish!) and the broad who prided herself on not being available to clients, "Until she felt like it!" (who also proudly enjoyed long afternoon mani/pedis) were the first causalities. Coincidence? I think not. Kudos to you for avoiding (thus far) 3 rounds of these ‘economy driven’ layoffs!

So, I've gotta ask: Were you celebrating your luck when you neglected to show up to the office for TWO DAYS, of which you did not let anyone know, and no one able to contact you? Seriously? And your excuse was... wait for it. ‘I needed some ME time!’ well blow me the eff down.

I have to say, getting nasty with your manager (a partner in the firm- might I add), that was some inspirational 'ish, right there. Like the Negros say...that takes mad 'swagger'! The best part, you can now revel in all ' me time' the world has to offer, baby! KUMUTHAFUGGINDOS!

But let me tell you why I’m mad son! So, now that I’m the last negro standing, and you've left me in here holding the 'colored bag', (as YT quietly takes bets on when I'll make my DUMB ASS COLORED MOVE) you give me a call and merrily ask me for a REFERENCE?

GIRL BYE!

*Brew note: I must stress that, I work in corporate America, not at the DMV, where this tom-shennanigry would be embraced, nay celebrated.

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Monday, June 22, 2009

Let's Discuss this "Ride or Die' phenomenon.....


Hmmm ok, so you are proud to proclaim that you are a "ride or die" chick. You're the kinda chick that will walk so your man can get where he has to go comfortably.... in your car. You will eat chicken ass and give your man the breast meat cause well, dat's ya boo! If he says "baby let me hold $20 til Friday" you give him $100 cause, well, dat's ya boo! and you are his down ass bitch. Like duh!

So where do you draw the line though with all this ride or die business? See cause me, while I loves to ride, I dies for no one. If the police roll up and wanna know who the white powder belongs to I will dime you out so fast your ass will see tattle tale smoke! I don't see the valor in taking the fall for an assbesol who gets by in life by jumping from one criminal deed to another. I will not have this kind of man's back cause quite frankly this kind of man wouldn't be allowed in my cipha to begin with.

Taraji's character in "Baby Boy" was a ride or die chick I suppose.



And what happened? She got her ass driven to work everyday while her man rode around and went on dates in her whip on a daily basis. And her reward for being a ride or die??? getting picked up from work only to find condoms in her car! yeeeeeaaaaaa, hmmmm. I don't know about riding but somebody would surely be dying if that was me.

The only time I might possibly make an exception is if he were involved in some kinda black market Indian remy hair scheme..... for some good hur I might catch a bid..... real talk.

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