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See now, I’ve been trying my best to be a better person and not talk ish about celebs b/c I understand that they are people with feelings just like the everyone else…  But dammit, I swear ‘fore God,  Christina Milian and The Dream are gonna take me back to the dark side.


What in the paying-the paparazzi-to-pay-attention-hell is up with these two?  

I swear, these knuckleheads are like the 2009 version of Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey during their MTV reality show heyday. They’ll show up for the opening of a damn tuna can. And is it just me or does the constant whoring for the paparazzi seems even worse now that Christina is knocked up? Sigh. It’s exhausting. 

Oh and Christina? Not for nothing, can you please inform ya man that those extra, extra sm-medium jackets aren’t doing a squat to hide the jiggly man-boobs. I’m not mad at you for appreciating the comforts of all his soft and squishy folds of his sympathy weight gain.  Howsomever, I’d rather not be a witness.  At. All.

Here’s a thought: why don’t you go sit down and give both of your swollen ankles a rest?? I’m just saying.
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