long way from the drummond's crib...

WOWOW... so Gary Coleman's scary snaggletoothed ex-wife done sold photos of the man on his death bed to The Globe tabloid ???

PAUSE

Real talk? I'm actually at a loss. I don't even know what to say to that... Who does that???

CONTEMPLATIVE SILENCE

And not for nothing, here my dumbass was trying to give that maniacal lookin' bish the benefit of the doubt since we all know Gary used to whoop that ass coming and going. Okay? But crazy is crazy...

I mean, first it was the call to 911 where she straight up tells the emergency services operator that she absolutely will not go help resuscitate Gary because "there's blood everywhere and its just too much." Then come to find out, homegirl wasn't even married to the little man no more. Next, she's all up on TV denying rumors of involvement before folks even had the presence of mind to start talking? And now, she's fighting the family over burial rights!

DEAD FISH EYES

Lord... Jesus be the next Lifetime movie of the week.

i hate his striped t-shit...

Well alrighty then... It seems that Gawker has allegedly identified the latest 'hot new dance craze' called Surra de Banda. Mmm-hmmm. Now under normal circumstances, I wouldn't pay a mainstream blog like Gawker much atention when it comes to pinpointing a hot new anything that relates to people of color but as soon as I read that it's a Brazilian dance and even better, the name translates to "ass licking" I was all in.

Don't judge me dammit.

Anyoo in the interest of time, I'm going to skip over the back alley black sheet/backdrop, the purposeless pleather belt hanging idly around homegirl's waist, the intriguing jiggly movements her saddlebags were doing all on their own and the fact that any actual dancing she attempted sucked. Because honestly, this post is bigger than this rhythmless fashion challenged child.

Instead, I'm gonna focus on one simple concern:

What kind self respecting man is going to willingly sit down and allow any woman to SMASH his complete face into her ass??

BLANK STARE w 3 LOOOONG BLINKS

And I mean to say, homegirl is jerking the HELL out of dude and clearly giving him all kinds of unexplainable shoe burn on the side of his neck. And still, he's just as calm and smiling... looking like a straight nutjob.

No offense.

Please believe, every time homeboy's nose disappeared between her cheeks I literally gagged. I mean I'm all for some occasional aggressive foreplay between consenting adults but what if she mistakenly farted or some such nonsense???

*pinches nose and backflips into a bedazzled Walmart casket*

why we can't win...

So I'm flipping through the NY Post and come across an article on former uptown drug lord extraordinaire Frank Lucas (dude portrayed by Denzel in American Gangster). Apparently, as if the film and documentary weren't enough, some nice publisher has decided to pay good ole Frank to pen a tell-all about the rise and fall of his million dollar-a-day heroin empire.

*deep eye roll*

Now don't get it twisted, I'm not mad at Mr. Lucas for finding a way to keep the gravy train rolling. Shoot, if they're cutting checks just to regurgitate the same stories then by all means have at it. It's just a small part of my conscious isn't so sure how much we should continue glorifying his lifestyle considering we're smack in the middle of a recession. Cause not for nothing, there are way too many desperate folks already out here trying to turn a dollar into 15 cents. Okay?

But I'm getting old, and my nerves are bad so perhaps that's just me...

And to be fair, ultimately the NYP's write-up does make it seem like Frank is very remorseful of the long term impact that the heroin boom had on folks in Harlem. You know in between, detailing all the negroes he punked, broads he smashed and dollars he tossed away cause he had it like that. But I digress... The important thing is that nowadays instead of slinging Blue Magic, Frank is producing music with his son, Frank Jr. while working on a non-profit for inner-city kids with his daughter, Francine.

*cues the shiny happy music*

Aww! Don't you love a redemptive happy ending? Well almost...

Last month, Francine's mom and Lucas' "soul mate" and wife of more than 40 years, Julie Farriat, was busted on drug-trafficking charges in Puerto Rico.

DEAD FISH EYES

once a killer....

Oh shoot, oh shoot, looks like its the end of the road for Joran van der Sloot! Homeboy done got caught in Chile and that ass is about to be deported right back to Peru.

Ironically, the entire time I was down in Aruba, everyone- locals and fellow visitors alike stayed talking about Natalee's murder in hushed whispers. Five years later, People were still super freaked out by what happened. And seriously, there were so many different opinions on what really happened- sex trafficking, thrown off the cliff, accidental drowning and subsequently eaten by sharks.... the list was endless. But at the end of the day, there were two things we were able to agree upon:
1) Drunk teenagers + remote islands + wealthy psychopaths= epic FAIL

and

2) Not nary one of us wanted to be 'Nataleed' while getting our fun in the sun on.

DEAD FISH EYES.

Here's hoping dude sits in a tiny Peruvian box for the rest of his life.

thank you for being a friend...

It may not have the breathtaking panoramic ocean view but I gotta say, I am happy to be back home in the hood. Say what you want, but nothing says love like being accosted by your neighbor's two playful (but overgrown) pit bulls as you struggle down the hall with luggage.

DEAD FISH EYES

Clearly, there was a lot going on while I was getting my tan on... Gary Coleman done bumped his head and died, Israel is blockading folks in the Gaza, Natalee Halloway's murderer struck again, Detroit Tiger Armando Galarraga was robbed of a perfect game by the ump, the freaking oil spills on and now to add insult to injury, Rue McLanahan a.k.a Blanche from the Golden Girls done passed away. Damn.

Yo, I freaking LOVED the Golden Girls.

Not for nothing, I'm gonna need another day to readjust to all of this...