Wednesday, December 14, 2011

I Don't Even Know What To Call This...

Greetings friends!!! I know, I know.  I've been gone for a minute.  Yes, there's been plenty of foolishness running rampant in these streets.  But honestly not much has moved me enough to write about.

I mean there was Herman "Big Daddy" Cain and all of his Tiger Woods-y foolishness.  ReDICKulous fellated himself and managed to gross out a whole nation of people.  Chrissy molly whopped Kimbella.  Ghadafi got murked.  And then there's the "Frankie Leg".  Every single one of those incidents had me damn near death.  But not one of them made me feel that feeling in the pit of my belly.

That feeling that's kind of like half gas, half anxiety.  The one that makes me feel like I just took a couple spins on a Tilt-O-Whirl after eating 15 funnels cakes.  I haven't felt that feeling since the last time Ices Brown dropped down and got her eagle.

Nope.  I haven't felt that way in a good long while.  Almost forgot what it felt like.  Until I saw this....

Look closely children....this is what a real, live dumb ass looks like.


Okay people.  Look at this good stuff and concentrate real hard.  Maybe you have an answer for the question that I need to ask....

What the entire fuck was this broad thinking?

Now, I've been accused of being a super fan before.  In fact I proudly say that I think that Michael Joseph Jackson (R.I.P.) is the greatest of all times! *Muhammad Ali voice*  But the furthest I ever went to be closer to him was get a greasy ass Jheri curl and a red, pleather jacket with zippers.  No way would I ever get a tattoo of the guys name.  And if I did it surely wouldn't be on my forehead in size 40 Courier New font. 

And it most certainly wouldn't be a tattoo for Drake!! Drake? Like, seriously?  She decides to spend the rest of her days with the softest marshmallow in Hip-Hop's moniker stuck on her forehead?  I can't.

Drake is like the frilliest, softest, pinkest dude there ever was.  I bet if you poke Drake in the tummy, Jelly Belly's would fall out of his ass.  

If you are gonna do something like this, at least pick a guy that's had a murder charge.  Or at least a traffic violation.  Suge Knight comes to mind. Lil' Kim.  Bushwick Bill.  Hell, I'd even rather she picked Lil' Boosie.

But Drake?

Nah son.

I'm certain this dude bathes in only the purest of spring waters infused with the scents of lavender and gardenia.  

But this chick chose him.  The idea of it just makes me cringe.  We are talking about Wheelchair Jimmy people.  If anything get a tramp stamp of his wheels or that little blue tag that hangs from his rear view mirror.  Not a full on brand that makes your dome look like on of those Victoria Secret collegiate shirts. 

That tattoo is nothing but a bullseye.  She may as well have put "Punch Me" on her head instead.  That's pretty much what I want to do.  Punch her right between here eyes, about a 1/2" below that "A".



Saturday, August 13, 2011

Would Jesus Wear a Rolex?

Somebody shared this video with me today.  I found it hilarious.  I think Diddy should do a remix with Creflo Dollar and Eddie Long.

Leave Kid's Stuff Alone

So the other day I read an article on The Huffington Post that pretty much said that there's a group somewhere in the world that that thinks Bert and Ernie should get hitched.

It was by far the dumbest shit that I've had to bear witness to in about 3 weeks.

I'm not gay, so I won't profess to understand the plight of the LGBT community.  I have no idea what little LGBT children need.  But I'm going to make the assumption that they would need some grownup dumbass messing with their entertainment just so he or she can feel better about....whatever.

This is so unneccesary. Bert and Ernie ain't gay.  Not saying that all homosexual men fit into stereotypes of homosexual men but...look at these dudes.

Their wardrobes are not fly.  Who really rocks the like horizontal and vertical striped shirts daily for the better part of 40 years?  And what about that unibrow Bert rocks?  Have you seen the decor in their crib?

Nah, those dudes are living the "I don't give a shit" hetero bachelor life. Sure Ernie sings to a rubber ducky, but I believe this is just a distraction from the fact that he only washes his ass every 2 weeks. 

No way these guys are gay. 

I personally think they get it in with Zoe and Prairie Dawn.  I bet they come to the crib after night night time with Red Bull and Turkey Hill Lemonade and get shit poppin'.

And plus, if you really want to talk about gayness on Sesame Street, why on Earth are folks not talking about having The Count come out of the closet.  That dude is the Liberace of puppets.  That cape, those jewels, the atttitude.  But then again...he could be a pimp.  So, nevermind. 
People really need to stop inserting grown folks issues into the lives of children.  They don't care about this shit. 

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Love Potion #9

Look folks, I've been in the game for a long time.  I've seen a lot of shit.  I've done a lot of things.  Some of it I'm not so proud of.  Most of it I'm trying to do again.

I'll tell you one thing I've never done.  I've never done dumb shit to try to make a man stay with me.

Why?  I can't really say for sure.  It's probably because I'm lazy as hell and the time and effort that it would take to conjure up some kind of scheme would cut into my sleep time.  If you know me, you know I'm serious about my 8 hours (or more) of good rest.  Nothing comes between Tee and her z's.  Not even the threat of a man leaving me.  I just ask that he turn out all the lights and close the door quietly upon his exit.  I'll make sure he didn't steal any coins from my Crown Royal bag or silverware when I wake up.

And also, who are we kidding? We are talking about me.  Who would really fix his mouth to say he's leaving ME? Any man who is brave enough to depart from the life of one so fine, intelligent, and awe inspiring as Tee has got to be out of his mind and not someone that I need to have in my life anyway. 

That's how I know that because of my laziness and overall ability to not really give a shit I would never have to do something like this (if you don't want to deal with all manners of hoodrat folly skip to around 4:00):

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Soooooo....there's really a niche for shit like this?  Broads are trying to lock dudes down under the guise of delicous snacks and treats?!

If I was Betty Crocker and Duncan Hines I'd sue these heffas like a motherfucker.  Talk about complete and utter disregard and disrespect for there businesses objectives.  I'm quite sure when they were writing up the business plans they did not list hoes using their mixes as a carrier for potions made from excretions as a goal. 

I have so many questions.

What in the entire fuck is really going on with those damn pannies? Instead of trying to keep her man, homegirl should have been somewhere seeking treatment.  No way that amount of discharge is ever healthy. 

Why does the chef think is cool to scrape yeast out of those said pannies in the sink over what will be tonights dinner?  What if some fallout gets in your chicken tenders? Now your babies are following this bitch around like she's Mother Goose. 

Why is the camera woman so damn calm? I would have ran from that house dialing 911 and screaming.  I don't think I've ever been in the prescence of a sociopath.  I imagine sitting in the kitchen with that broad would've felt like chilling with BTK or Ted Bundy on one of their busiest days.  No way I would've kept that camera steady.  It woulda been like "The Blair Witch Project" in that bitch.

Is this legal? I'm serious.  This has got to be some form of assault.  And I know when homeboy gets wind of this video there's gonna be another one.  I'm not for smacking women around but if dude wanted to get a good grip on her shoulders and shake the shit out of her for this one, I'd totally understand.  Shit like this warrants the dispensing of a black eye or two.

Look if there ever comes a point in your like where you think contaminating confections with excretions and/or excrement is the move to make him stay...break up.  If nothing that you've done before that point has been enough to make him stay, quit playing you, or act like he has some sense, he's not worth it.  Trust and believe he's not going to be changing the chemical makeup of some break-n-bakes for your ass.

Y'all need to stop this shit.  Thirst and desperation is so unattractive.  Keep acting this way and he's going to be sharing his special cake with his new girl and then your dumb ass will have two aint shit roommates.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Love & Marriage

Hubby and I will be celebrating 10 years of marriage next month.

Every now and again someone will ask me how we did it.  How we have lasted this long in an age where many people don't even bother getting married and the ones that do don't bother staying married.  Well, there are a lot of reasons.  But, I can narrow it down to three:

 1. Prayer 2. Patience 3. Fear of incarceration.

You weren't expecting that third one were you?  It's the truth though.  In fact, I implore you to ask any person that you know who has been married over 2 years if they've ever considered murdering their spouse.  I guarantee 100% of your responses are going to be "Hell YES!!".

This doesn't mean that they don't love their spouse or that they don't care.  This just means that they are human.  Occasionally some humans can get on your nerves so damn bad that the thought of putting a pillow over their face while they sleep or tossing a radio in the tub with them doesn't really seem like a far fetched idea.

Diabla.  That means "she devil".
But they would never do it.  Because nobody wants to do life without parole.  Well, most of you don't.  Some of y'all are crazy.  Tee definitely has thought about it.  But no way would I do it.  Why?  See #3.  Because I'm small-ish, I'm cute, and I have a smart mouth.  That's a bad combo for a person going in with major time.  Diabla would make me her bitch in a nanosecond.  No fuckin thank you ma'am.

Staying married has been hard fucking work.  Really hard.  Like think of the hardest thing that you've ever done.  Now multiply it by a gazillion.  Now tell it you love it.  That's marriage.  Or at least that's what marriage is for me.

Thing is, because of all of the hard work a beautiful relationship grows.  My husband is my very best friend.  There is nothing that I wouldn't do for him.  Except go to jail (see #3).  That's just bullshit.  But other than that...I've got his back.  And he has mine.  That's the payoff for all the blood, sweat, and tears that we've put into this relationship.

So I decided to write this blog in honor of our years together.  For some research I posted a status on FB asking my married (and boo'd up) friends to tell me about the greatest lesson they've learned since being married.  Let me tell you, they filled my inbox up with all kinds of stuff.  But I don't want to go into all of that because my name ain't Dr. Phil and Oprah's hoe ass don't sign my paychecks.

Anyway,  they had some really good stuff.  Most of it I won't use here.  But it was good stuff.  So based on their responses and my own personal experience, I've compiled a list for you to use to assist you in making sure your marriage lasts longer than the the life cycle of a fruit fly.

1. Communicate:  This is the most major lesson that you have to learn.  Bad communication is the death of most marriages.  You have to learn to talk to your mate.  And by talk, I mean use real words.  Word that come out of your mouth.  Not text messages and emails.  Nothing says I don't give a fuck about you more than: "U R the best bb.  <3 LOL SMH :-) ;-)".  Sit down, look your spouse in the eye and TELL them everything you hate about them.  I promise they will respect you more.  And if you get out of the conversation with nothing worse than a stretched collar then you know you got through to him/her.  Also, make sure you tell them everything that you love about them.  Don't assume that they know.  In fact, act as if they don't know shit and make sure you tell them something positive every single day.

2. Honesty is the Best Policy: Fellas, I promise that there is nothing that you've done that your wife doesn't know about.  She may be ignoring it right now, but trust me, she knows.  So when she asks you about whatever it is, don't lie.  Please don't lie.  Tell the whole entire damn truth.  It will save you a lot of trouble later.  And probably some time in the ER.  Ladies, even though most men aren't as astute to untruthiness as we are honesty is always the best policy.  There's not point in lying when the truth will do.  You want your partner to trust you.  Trust is impossible if they think you are a liar.  And a relationship built by liars or on lies will never last.  There are only two exceptions to this "do not tell a lie" rule: (1) Lie to keep yourself out of jail (see #3 above) or (2) Lie to get out of jail.  Anything other than that is useless.

3. Give Them the Royal Treatment:  Royalty ain't just shit for English folk people.  Treat your spouse like they are the Queen or King of whatever little podunk town you're living in right now.  In fact, treat them like they are the Ruler of the Universe.  [pause]Ruler of the Universe only applies within the confines of your home.  We all know that that spot is reserved for Tee.[play] If he's hungry, fix him a plate.  Don't skimp, don't complain about him always getting the big piece of chicken.  Just do it.  Clip his crusty toenails, help him put lotion on his ashy back.  Whatever needs he has, fulfill them.  If she needs you to go buy tampons, skedaddle on down to the CVS (or wherever she buys her wares) and get a box.  Give her a back rub, buy her flowers for no reason, don't complain about her monthly shoe budget.  Treating your love like royalty means that you will get the same treatment in return in some way, shape, form or fashion.  Everybody wins.  Remember that.

4. STFU: Sometimes it's best to say nothing at all.  Sometimes lots of yakking and screaming makes matters worse.  Sometimes you just have to learn to shut the entire fuck up and LISTEN to what your partner is trying to tell you.  You'd be amazed at what you can learn when you are silent. 

5. Pick Your Battles:  Everything is not worth fighting over.  In fact, I've learned that most things are not.  This doesn't mean that you let people run over you or always get their way.  Not hardly.  It just means that the things that you are arguing about are likely not going to matter in the grand scheme of things.  Sit back and think about what you are about to go crazy over.  Will it really affect your life in such a major way that you are willing to lose out on some good quality time with your spouse by yelling and screaming about dumb shit? I'm not.  I'd much rather practice making babies that be mad and giving folks the silent treatment because he won't put the toilet paper on the roll the right way.  But that's just me.

6.  Laugh: Try not to take everything so seriously.  Life is much easier when you can laugh at the foolishness that your encounter (self-made or otherwise) daily.  Learn a corny joke and share it. Tell your partner about the dumb shit you did that day. For example,  I walked into a closed patio door once thinking that it was open.  Knocked the wind all out of myself.  Hubby still gets tickled at one.  I guarantee your partner is going to do some dumb shit before the day is through.  Make sure you laugh at that too.

So, there's a list of 6 things that you can use immediately to make your marriage a better place for the both of you.  Now do I always follow these rules? Of  course not.  But I try to adhere to them more often than not.  I believe this is why I'm still married and I haven't had to serve any major time in the clink.

Good luck with your relationships.  I hope everyone has the strength and tenacity to make things last for the long haul.  Life is too short to be alone and bitter.  Be bitter with the love of your life.

Friday, July 8, 2011

YouTube Shenanigans: Who Run What?

The original version of this video has probably caused more seizures than Mary Hart's voice in the 80's. 

But this shit right here?  I'll bet this months shoe budget that somewhere in the world somebody is experiencing more side effects from this shit than anybody ever had from Phen Fen and lead paint.


(source)

Yo....if I was Beyonce I would be super pissed right now.  She rocked her ass in her video.  I'm talking better moves than Turbo AND Boogaloo Shrimp.  Anybody that can make the Stanky Leg look that sexy is just.....a boss.  I'll give her that and I'm not even a fan.

I'm sure when Beyonce wrote this song she wanted women to feel powerful.  She wanted us to feel like we could take on anything.  Well, I'm here to tell you that some people got that message and straight twisted the message and took advantage of the community service that Mrs. Knowles-Carter was putting down.

Like Ices.  Ices damn Brown.  In her quest to empower herself this heffa insists on posting videos exhibiting her total disregard for all things sensical and rhythmic on these innanets. 

I'm not sure who keeps sending this broad requesteses but Imma need for you clowns to cease and desist.  Because Ices don't need no power.  Ices needs to have a damn seat.  A whole damn row of them. 

And before you go and call me a hater, let me tell you that NO I don't hate Ices Brown.  At least not yet, but honestly her videos are putting her really close to Oprah on my list of people to evict from the universe.

Anyway as I was saying, as of this moment, I don't hate her.  I simply hate what she does.

I hate that she gets in front of webcams and shakes her jelly on a 4 beat delay.  I hate that she's wearing those leggings.  I hate that she has to constantly pull them up.  I hate that she took this ridiculousness outside in nature and all the woodland creatures in her neighborhood had to be subjected it.  I hate that she can't read.  I hate that she says "requesteses".  I hate that her parents haven't yoked her up and ended her on air shenanigans. 

Hold up.  You know what?  Fuck it.  I DO hate Ices.  I hate everything that she stands for.  And you know what else?  I'm blaming Oprah for this. 


Tuesday, June 21, 2011

You want fries with that?

'Poop Burger:' Get It While It's Hot

Story posted 2011.06.20 at 09:00 AM EDT
WBALTV MOBILE News
Just in time for summer grilling: Japanese scientists say they have created synthetic meat derived from human excrement.

The news that Mitsuyuki Ikeda, of Okayama Laboratory, perfected the meat streaked across the Internet. Whether or not the whole breakthrough is a crafty online hoax remains to be seen. But if it's true, the finding -- albeit disgusting -- could have some big implications on food of the future.

A now-viral video examining the purported breakthrough -- dubbed "poop burger" -- said the synthetic meat could be an answer to the high cost and environmental damage of industrial meat production.

Ikeda and fellow researchers claim to have extracted protein from raw sewage to create the meat and added food coloring to make it appear red.

Early taste tests say the meat tastes like beef. _________________________________________________________________________

A shit burger? Oh ok.

Like for real, who the hell sits around and comes up with this foolishness? Who sits at their desk and thinks the thought "You know what would be magically delicious? Some shit.  But not just regular shit. Shit that's shaped like a burger."

And where do they find the individuals to taste test this shit?  What exactly is the selling point?  How do you get someone to come into the office KNOWING they are going to ingest today what somebody's dinner from the night before.

I'm going to tell you right now.  There's not enough monetary compensation in this universe for me to allow you to look me in my eyes and say the words "Eat this shit" and my response be "OK".  No ma'am.  I'm not built to handle that level of disrespect.  I'm going to treat you like you've threatened my life.  And you know what that means don't you?  Suplexes, body blows, and throat chops son.  The situation would NOT end well.

Nah.  There's nothing in this world that you can promise me to make me sacrifice my taste buds, dignity, and self respect for a patty made from shit.  Ya'll can play those kinds of games if you want.  I'll stick to lavishing my belly with the flesh of bovine and domesticated fowl.

[Tee's Note] This whole shit burger story is a hoax.  But I wanted to write about it because the whole idea of it just made me cringe.  I mean really? Who the hell thinks this kind of stuff is funny?  For 15 whole seconds I was questioning my status as a carnivore and joining PETA.  How dreadful.