"Do you know how much money me andSo my dad found my copy of Pimps Up Hoes Down,
Lashonte would have made if we had residuals off of Gold Digger?"
and has decided to READ IT. See. Y'all be wondering where
I get it from. Where do I get that inquisitiveness, that tendency to pick it up
everything and read it? My poppi.
I told him, after he finished it that we could probably have one
of these most interesting conversations we have ever had.
I also told him that I was going to blog about it. In the spirit
of the pending conversation, I posted the above clip.
Speaking of unions the MTV PERMALANCERS are raising
hell about changes in their status. Peep the Times
comments. I managed to chime my little bus fare on the convo,
What do you think of clip?
Or are the women that we ogle finally speaking?
Speaking of ogling women, have you seen this?
Why did the Gucci Mane video bother me so much?
Is it his name?
The quasi lesbian pseudo sex scenes?
Or was it just low budget and greasy?
And I ain't talking 'bout good greasy. I mean, like crisco,
all the ladies were super greased up.
And why they have to be all shiny and moisturized and
he can have his belly out like the uncle that stay at
grandmomma house but only come out at the family
reunion to talk sh*t?