While Keyshia “Fish Plate” Cole is running around handing out Floyd Mayweathers to love rivals, her ex-boo, Daniel Boobie Gibson is talking about their failed marriage to VLAD TV. Now I’ve always been a big fan of Boobie since the couples’ reality show, Keyshia and Daniel: Family First. He’s a cutie, and has some damn sense, but I really like what he has to say about love and marriage. As far as a youngin’ goes, he gets it!
Posted by Fleur Delacour | Posted in brew bits, Charlo Greene | Posted on 22-09-2014
A television reporter and owner of a marijuana activist club in Anchorage, Alaska quit during a live broadcast. Charlo Greene, who was reporting on efforts to legalize marijuana, revealed she was the owner of the Alaska Cannabis Club then said “f*ck it, I quit” and walked off! Damn, girl!
Hmmmm black, marijuana activist from Anchorage? Oh, she different! But I did read somewhere that the ratio of men to woman in Alaska is like 20 to 1! So Char and her Lands Ends gear be all up in the great frontier smoking blunts with the loggers? Okay, then boo.
<— the “how you say some silly shyt like that” look
White Jesus only knows why Deb Antney from
No Love & No Hip Hop Atlanta is my spirit animal! I guess ratchet television makes for some strange bedfellows. I think she reminds me of the candy lady in the ‘jects who wheels and deals all damn day with an unlit Newport hanging out of her mouth. You already know Wacka Flocka’s mama is everyone’s first pick in spades because won’t NO RENEGING be taking place, SON! YOU RENEGE? YOU DIE! Deb is like the wise, raspy-voiced hood mom who schooled you on everything from relationships to why TOPS will always be better than Backwoods. All this advice while you sat on her plastic kitchen chair drinking her good juice from a Dollar Store pitcher. She looks like the auntie who don’t never bring shyt to the cookout but she’s leaving with a bag filled with plates for her boo who couldn’t make it and you betta not say anything! Deb looks like she sleeps with her eyes open in her big chair, near the window and when someone tries to whisper in the back room, she yells, “I heard that bamma!” Pair all that together and she could run for President. I would vote for her. You know the budget will be balanced like a mug, cuz Deb ain’t taking no shorts on the 1st! #mahboo
She talks about some of her experiences growing up in Queens!
Was I lying?
My Fetch Club Franchise Players have always been rock solid; LaLa Anthony, Rocsi “pick-an-accent” Diaz and Miss Keri Behbeh! Now, in case you’re new around these here parts, we call anyone “Fetch” who is just annoying as the song “Happy” was the 9344th time you heard it, or someone whose presence, smile and the way they spell their name is just irritating at fock. Which is how Rocsi got drafted. Now, there are more members out there; some are secret like the Il-loo-mi-nati and sometimes they switch out, sort of like a Fantasy Football League for Lames, but my franchise players have always remained in tact. Their doing, not mine. Until now. Rosci is acting like she wants to be traded. She’s apparently done breaking up ministerial marriages in Turks & Kinkos and more importantly far from her brief judgment lapse for dealing with Donkey! Ms. Raquel is keeping her head down, hosting shyt and sounding halfway decent unlike Karrythecoachbag Tran’s stint hosting the EBT Awards’ Red Carpet pre-show. But that’s another story. Roc is seeming a wee less desperado now that those ET checks are coming in. I see you boo! I might need a new Safety soon – *eyes Kae*