but that’s how revolutions get done, son! you gotta be willing to make yourself look like a damn fool bleed and die to advance!
it’s days like this that i feel so ecstatic to not have a job.
rent and watch “boss nigger” starring fred williamson. take a shot everytime you hear the n-word.
zomg i m alrardy fuckd up an its onyl teh traylor~!!1
we just put this up at Splackavellie Central, but it’s just too awesome for me to not put here too.
shout out to ae!
yall know what a money shot is. right? it’s the moment that makes all the time spent watching or looking at something worth it. this can range from the seminal part of a movie to the semen-al part of a skin flick (see what i did there?). concerning young ladies who take to the pole to work their way through vet school, it’s usually a cooch shot.
and this is what you saw if you tuned in to the season premier of I Know This Aspirin Really Ain’t Gon Kill My Ass Fantasia For Real on VH1. at the top of the hour, Fantasia decides that it’s a great idea to put her Aunt Bunny (pictured at top) in a pair of booty shorts and take her to her pole dancing class with her. and let me just get this out of the way: yes, i absolutely want to take a pole dancing class now. let me also say that aunt bunny had nothing to do with this decision. it just looks so freaking fun. and i can only imagine how sexy id feel after that! prancin around in heels for an hour or however long?? pssh. you wouldn’t be able to tell my that my vajayjay aint made of 73 karat gold once i left that class. anyway. i digress.
so they go to the class and it’s broads spinnin and flippin and spread eaglin’ every whicha way. then the instructor shows Tasia and Aunt Bunny a move that consisted of sliding down the pole, puttin your hands on your knees and then bussin it open for the money shot. Tasia did decently i suppose. here’s Aunt Bunny’s money shot.
…so if the money shot, theoretically, is what brings your paycheck in, we may assume that Aunt Bunny’s performance will bring her some form of the following wages:
- a $10 Walmart gift card
- $8.31 and a handful of peppermints from the bottom of Sis. Odell’s good Sunday purse
- a pack of Newports and a buy one get one free coupon for Tussy
- some Kiss toenail french tips and a copy of ‘Vampire in Brooklyn’ on VHS
- half a book of foodstamps
- a 6-pack of Tab
make that money, aunt bunny. don’t let it make you.
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"tee hee! bring it, bitch!"
if you know your way around the Internets, then you’ve probably heard that Will Smith’s daughter, Willow, has been making music in between serving bitches with her mohawk game. and speaking of her hair, and her music, choreography for her song ‘whip my hair’ hit the internets all up in the face this week. when i saw how crazy my twitter timeline was going under the weight of it all, i knew that i HAD to get this story. so after a lot of work and a few bribes, i managed to score a quick interview with Willow herself to get the inside scoop on the song and what’s next for her and her music career.
"We asked a group of 100 people the following question: YOU LIKE THIS SUIT, PLAYA?"
somebody told me about a week ago that steve harvey and his inverted nipples were hosting the show, and i didn’t believe it. because i mean, why would that ever happen? who in jelly jar drinkin glass hell would want his bama ass trying to host a game show where listening to the host speak is important? but low and behold.. it’s true. i’ve seen it with my own eyes. on two separate occassions.
look. look at it. it looks so soft, doesn’t it? it’s so billowy. so velvety. i want to roll around in field of it. i want to stuff my pillows with it. i want to lay on my back and look up at clouds of it and talk about how that one looks like a teddy bear and that one looks like a hot air balloon and that one looks like barry white’s perm.
this post is sponsored by let’s jam! and a super-tight du-rag.
Aretha Franklin: Halle Berry Should Portray Me In Film
THIS IS YOUR FREAKING FAULT!!
i snapped this at my local Kroger in Louisville, KY. madness.