Few things make me laugh out loud (and not the LOL shit that my good friend Tia writes after every breath she takes). L.David, D. Chappelle, Rescue Me, Rush Limbaugh are solid.. but a new blog, introduced to me by Miss Stacia, make me pee a little. He's attractive, he's gay, he loves pop culture and shitty reality tv and he KNOWS (and can speak intelligently about hip-hop). Soul mates? Perhaps - although I don't know what I'd bring to the relationship. It's usually only straight men who want to be my gay (non-sexual/pseydo-boyfriend) best friends.
I don't even watch Being Bobby Brown, American's Next Top Model or the Tyra Banks Show - and I don't need to! I get the best parts without adding any new shows to my schedule (my dance card is already pretty full and lack of DVR has left me both jilted and melancholy). Now I get to say, "Hell to the NAW" just like Whitney!
Check him out The Four Four
N.B- Everytime I read FourFour I hear fo'fo' which makes me sing, "My Fo'Fo' (.44 magnum) makes sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother f**kers can't be us or see us. We mother f**kin' Thug Life riders- West Side till' we die." Tupac, your songs are forever in our hearts!!
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