Bobby Brown sat down for his first interview since Whitney Houston’s death with mah sweet balding boo Matt Lauer of the Today Show. During the chat fest, Matt gets to the point and asks what everyone wants to know and what many people have long assumed: did Bobby get Whitney hooked on drugs? His answer: NO!
Bobby told Matt about the last time he saw Whitney, about a week before she died:
“She had this glow about her that was just, you know, incredible. I’m saying to myself, you know, ‘She must be… she must be doing really well,’ because she looked really well.”
Three of Bobby’s children and his fiancée join him for the interview which will air in two parts (Wednesday and Thursday) on Today. So, will you watch?
Posted by Piper from the Brew | Posted in brew health | Posted on 24-04-2012
So I’m a pretty sturdy girl, not necessarily a certified USDA fluff-en-heimer but pretty damn sturdy, but just because ‘Vogue’ magazine won’t be banging my door down anytime soon to do a cover does not mean that I don’t thoroughly enjoy gettin my thickums sweat on. I mean I goes hard! I figure it’s 45 mins to an hour outta my day so I mine as well go ape shit with it. I make sure I have about 20 songs worth of gangsta rap on my ipod and I get it poppin, in other words… chunkles don’t play!
So in saying that, it truly disturbs me what I see when I go to the gym. Ladies with multi-guts strolling ever so gingerly on the treadmill with their homie by their side as they catch each other up on the days’ events, fellas with Pheadra Parks donkey booties taking slow strolls around all the equipment but not using any of it because the main thing they are there for is to troll for bishes….. sir at quick glance you look like a Lane Bryant model, is you serious???
Now this is not me bashing the swole folk, I’m down with them so I’m not going there, alls I’m saying is cut the bullchit and make it happen! Everybody ain’t trying to be a size 6 but everyone shoud be trying to be healthy and working up a good, focused sweat is good for everybody no matter what size you are.
I’m always getting people coming up to me telling me how watching me go at it so hard really gets them going….. THEN GO! stop watching and GO!
We only get one life, you mine as well feel good about yourself while you’re navigating through it.
I hate food pictures on Facebook or Twit for Twats. THEY. GROSS. ME. OUT. That slab of yard bird drizzled with some fake General Tso sauce does not make me hungry hunty, nor jealous of that dinner date you’ll have to pay back in punany later on. Anypieholeway, simply put your platter pictures make me wanna barf! But before you clapback, I’m not alone on this! My almost friends music comedians The Key of Awesome created a video about it called “Eat It, Don’t Tweet It” for all you frustrated foodies who are too busy snapping flicks instead of pleasing your palettes. Bon Appétit Brewchies!
I don’t know what Brian McKnight has been doing lately and, frankly, I don’t really care. I haven’t checked for him since, well… ever. I think he once had a TV show and a radio show or whatever. But, anywho, in the quest to remain relevant, Sir McKnight is releasing a freaky mixtape and now finds himself actually trending on Twitter (that’s like, a celebrity goal these days). He dropped a snippet of the first song and he calls it… wait for it… Taste The Brew for the video
Posted by Piper from the Brew | Posted in brew dating woes | Posted on 22-04-2012
So it’s a cloudy, rainy day in the DMV, I woke up this morning wanting a yummy breakfast snack, some hot tea and maybe a shower…… maybe (depending on how strong my lazy game is, something about a rainy Sunday makes a clean body seem unncessary…) So anyhoo, I’m minding my bitness, as usual, and I wake up to 3 text messages from 3 different fellas…. all wanting to know what I’m doing today. Translation: “hey girl, it’s raining, can I come over and hit it?” Come on man!! I often wonder if even men get tired of their own b.s. but I’m guessing no. Yes it’s a rainy Sunday, the conditions are perfect for a day of snacks and humping but for some odd reason the thought of some random, horny (and likely hungry cat expecting me to cook for him) is the last thing I wanna entertain.
I wanna lay in my bed, watch ‘Lifetime’ or the ‘Girlfriends’ marathon on Centric, maybe wash some clothes, maybe wash my ass, eat some snacks and fiddle around on facebook all day. See how none of that included a peen??? Sirs keep your sometimesy peen and your ill intentions and gift that ish to some other broad who may be interested.