This is my first blog entry of 2012. It’s been a minute, but let’s get into it!
I dig the fact that someone like George Lucas would take time out to make a movie about the Tuskegee Airmen. I appreciate the historical value of the film. I think The Airmen’s story is one worthy of telling again and again. I believed so much in this movie. I wanted to be the first to say I supported this film.
Having said all that, I am disturbed by how much I DID NOT like this movie! I walked into the theater full of pride and hope. I left deflated and frustrated. I know I am going to catch some heat because most people feel like I am “supposed” to like this movie. Is that the same way I am supposed to feel about all “Black” movies? Even that Tyler Perry crap? Don’t get me started on that…
Anyway, to me, the movie was forced, rushed and poorly edited. The cast was an odd ball group of one dimensional characters. The dialogue was down right corny and full of cliches. Time and time again, there were underwhelming character build-ups with overly melodramatic moments. Given the rich history of the Airmen, this film comes off as dis-jointed and pieced together by bubble gum.
Mr. Lucas, God bless you for hiring half of Detroit to play roles in this movie. Of all the Negros in this film, why am I only able to name five of them?! I’m sure the mothers of Tyrone and ‘em are pleased to see their babies on the big screen. I’m glad these dudes can now pay their rent for a couple months. But where are the A-list actors you’d expect to see in a film of this caliber? Where was Denzel, Fishburne, Cheadle, Freeman, Idris, Forest, Sam Jackson, Blair Underwood, Ving Rhames, Taye Diggs, Mr. Chestnut?! Hell I would’ve been happy to see Mario Van Peebles in this flick!
Speaking of the casting, whose idea was it to cast Ne-Yo as the comic relief? What’s funny about Ne-Yo…besides his hairline? And while we are on the topic of “not funny“, I was disturbed by the attempted humor surrounding one character’s belief in “Black Jesus.” He kept referring to “Black Jesus” like there is some other Jesus. The alternate universe Jesus. The one sent from Heaven to cure all that ails the Negro population. Cuz clearly “White Jesus” has better things to do for more important *cough* White people. I’m not gonna go off on another rant, but you know, like I know Jesus was not blue-eyed with blond hair. That’s all I’ve got to say about that.
What I did find laughable in this movie was how Cuba Gooding, Jr kept referring to Terrence Howard as “the old man.” Are you serious?! Have you seen Cuba lately? Dude is in desperate need of some Botox in his life!
Despite how I feel about this film, let’s not the forget the honor and valor the Tuskegee Airmen displayed during World War II. This film is a testament to their struggles. It’s my understanding that this movie is 25 years in the making. I just wish it didn’t feel as if it was thrown together in 25 days! In my opinion, this film sputters on the runway and never really takes flight.
Agree? Disagree? Don’t give a baby’s fat bottom? Leave a comment. Share your thoughts.
Here’s a little background: ESPN has a series of documentaries called 30 for 30. As part of that series, they did a documentary on University of Michigan’s Fab Five. Fab Five referring to the five freshman (Jalen Rose, Chris Webber, Jimmy King, Juwan Howard and Ray Jackson) from the ’91-’92 and ’92-’93 seasons.
During the documentary, Jalen Rose speaks on his feelings about Duke and its Black basketball players. Instead of me trying to paraphrase his comments, let’s go to the tape…
Since the airing of the documentary, Jalen has caught some heat for what he said. As most Blacks know, if you call someone an Uncle Tom, you’re liable to get punched in the mouth! I wouldn’t be surprised if the next day there were reports of Grant Hill waiting outside of the ESPN studios, waiting to have a word or two with Mr. Rose. Instead, Grant took the high road and penned this response:
I am a fan, friend and longtime competitor of the Fab Five. I have competed against Jalen Rose and Chris Webber since the age of 13. At Michigan, the Fab Five represented a cultural phenomenon that impacted the country in a permanent and positive way. The very idea of the Fab Five elicited pride and promise in much the same way the Georgetown teams did in the mid-1980s when I was in high school and idolized them. Their journey from youthful icons to successful men today is a road map for so many young, black men (and women) who saw their journey through the powerful documentary, “The Fab Five.”
It was a sad and somewhat pathetic turn of events, therefore, to see friends narrating this interesting documentary about their moment in time and calling me a bitch and worse, calling all black players at Duke “Uncle Toms” and, to some degree, disparaging my parents for their education, work ethic and commitment to each other and to me. I should have guessed there was something regrettable in the documentary when I received a Twitter apology from Jalen before its premiere. I am aware Jalen has gone to some length to explain his remarks about my family in numerous interviews, so I believe he has some admiration for them.
In his garbled but sweeping comment that Duke recruits only “black players that were ‘Uncle Toms,’ ” Jalen seems to change the usual meaning of those very vitriolic words into his own meaning, i.e., blacks from two-parent, middle-class families. He leaves us all guessing exactly what he believes today.
I am beyond fortunate to have two parents who are still working well into their 60s. They received great educations and use them every day. My parents taught me a personal ethic I try to live by and pass on to my children.
I come from a strong legacy of black Americans. My namesake, Henry Hill, my father’s father, was a day laborer in Baltimore. He could not read or write until he was taught to do so by my grandmother. His first present to my dad was a set of encyclopedias, which I now have. He wanted his only child, my father, to have a good education, so he made numerous sacrifices to see that he got an education, including attending Yale.
This is part of our great tradition as black Americans. We aspire for the best or better for our children and work hard to make that happen for them. Jalen’s mother is part of our great black tradition and made the same sacrifices for him.
My teammates at Duke — all of them, black and white — were a band of brothers who came together to play at the highest level for the best coach in basketball. I know most of the black players who preceded and followed me at Duke. They all contribute to our tradition of excellence on the court.
It is insulting and ignorant to suggest that men like Johnny Dawkins (coach at Stanford), Tommy Amaker (coach at Harvard), Billy King (general manager of the Nets), Tony Lang (coach of the Mitsubishi Diamond Dolphins in Japan), Thomas Hill (small-business owner in Texas), Jeff Capel (former coach at Oklahoma and Virginia Commonwealth), Kenny Blakeney (assistant coach at Harvard), Jay Williams (ESPN analyst), Shane Battier (Memphis Grizzlies) and Chris Duhon (Orlando Magic) ever sold out their race.
To hint that those who grew up in a household with a mother and father are somehow less black than those who did not is beyond ridiculous. All of us are extremely proud of the current Duke team, especially Nolan Smith. He was raised by his mother, plays in memory of his late father and carries himself with the pride and confidence that they instilled in him.
The sacrifice, the effort, the education and the friendships I experienced in my four years are cherished. The many Duke graduates I have met around the world are also my “family,” and they are a special group of people. A good education is a privilege.
Just as Jalen has founded a charter school in Michigan, we are expected to use our education to help others, to improve life for those who need our assistance and to use the excellent education we have received to better the world.
A highlight of my time at Duke was getting to know the great John Hope Franklin, James B. Duke Professor of History and the leading scholar of the last century on the total history of African-Americans in this country. His insights and perspectives contributed significantly to my overall development and helped me understand myself, my forefathers and my place in the world.
Ad ingenium faciendum, toward the building of character, is a phrase I recently heard. To me, it is the essence of an educational experience. Struggling, succeeding, trying again and having fun within a nurturing but competitive environment built character in all of us, including every black graduate of Duke.
My mother always says, “You can live without Chaucer and you can live without calculus, but you cannot make it in the wide, wide world without common sense.” As we get older, we understand the importance of these words. Adulthood is nothing but a series of choices: you can say yes or no, but you cannot avoid saying one or the other. In the end, those who are successful are those who adjust and adapt to the decisions they have made and make the best of them.
I caution my fabulous five friends to avoid stereotyping me and others they do not know in much the same way so many people stereotyped them back then for their appearance and swagger. I wish for you the restoration of the bond that made you friends, brothers and icons.
I am proud of my family. I am proud of my Duke championships and all my Duke teammates. And, I am proud I never lost a game against the Fab Five.
Grant Henry Hill Phoenix Suns Duke ‘94
That was a nice little Fab Five jab he threw in there at the end!
Here’s a well spoken response to the situation:
Okay, here’s my two cents…
As a product of DC Public Schools and a HBCU, I can see where Jalen was coming from. I fully understand his anger, his resentment, his jealousy, his feelings of inadequacy. I am sure I would’ve felt the same way…..at 17-18 years old. Those were the thoughts of an inner city kid that didn’t know any better. Keep in mind all Jalen’s comments were past tense.
Jalen and I have a lot in common. We are the same age. We both played sports. We were both raised by a single parent. And we both had absentee father issues. A Black male child in those circumstances can’t help but feel jealousy and inadequacy when looking at his peers that grew up in “better” circumstances. So to deal with those negative feelings, the “lesser” kid tries to belittle and down talk what he perceives to be the forces keeping him in his situation.
Now fast forward 20 years. I’ve got kids in private school. If Jalen has kids, I am sure they are in private school as well. In fact, Jalen ‘s foundation has started a school in Detroit. A charter school, I believe. Anyway, I no longer have those feelings of inadequacy, the feeling of jealousy, the resentment, the anger. I can now understand what kind of program Duke is trying to run. Duke wants the cream of the crop. And I can appreciate that. Far too often we hear about student athletes running afoul of the law; doing dumb shit like smacking up their girlfriends, selling their championship rings, selling drugs, breaking and entering dorms, etc. You name it, “we” have done it. Niggas will find a way to bring the hood to whatever environment they are in!
But getting back to Jalen’s comments. I think folks are taking what he said waaaaay out of context. Again, he spoke in the past tense. Let’s take a look at how he feels now:
I think we need to cut Mr. Rose some slack and move on to more important topics. At the time, that man-child felt like Duke recruited Uncle Toms aka Blacks that are subservient to Whites. In Jalen’s eyes…and the eyes of much of the inner city Black kids, Duke players didn’t have the same swagger as the Fab Five. Duke players were corny. They were a group of suckers. The Fab Five had hip-hop flavor. They went against the grain. They “fought the power” and looked good doing it.
But in hindsight, we now know that Duke is an elite private institution and they can afford to be very selective in who they allow to represent their school. Duke has an image to uphold…and I aint mad at that. Neither is Jalen Rose.
Damn, has it really been 3 months since I’ve posted something here?! I need to get a life!
I want to have a talk with the fellas. Let’s talk about balding. No, I am not balding. My hair is all in place and grey-free at the moment, thank you very much. lol
I know this topic is going to have some of you cringing and feeling all sensitive about that “thinning” spot on the top of your head. But it’s a discussion we need to have. I need to gain some understanding. What’s really going on in the minds of guys that are losing their hair?
We’ve heard of the women’s biological clock. I think balding men have a Follicological Clock. An inner clock that gets louder and louder with each hair that drops in the sink or clings to the hair brush. This clock tells these guys they have to run out and get married or settle down while they can still camouflage the spreading scalp. Let me give you an example. Take England’s Prince William. He’s the future king-to-be, 28 yrs of age and about to get married. Why would a guy with this much poon-tang potential settle down at 28? I’ll tell you why. Because he went from this:
to this:
As a dude with all of my hair, I don’t understand this Sampson complex men have when it comes to balding. I remember I was hanging out with…with…let’s just call him Big Country. I don’t wanna put him on FULL blast. Anyway, Big Country and I were hanging out on U St. and somehow he got into an argument with 3 girls in a car as he stood in the street blocking a parking space. If you’ve ever been to U St., you know parking is a hard to find commodity and you just might find yourself jumping out of one vehicle to block another vehicle from taking an oh-so precious spot!
Anyway, the girls were mad he was blocking the parking space. He pretty much told them to go kick rocks with open-toed shoes. Then out of nowhere one girl says: “I see you’re wearing that hat to cover up your bald spot!” To me, that was an odd insult. How would she know what’s up under that hat? But check this out, he was mad about the comment! Like, he was still vexed as we carried on our night on U St. I was like, “Dude, you aint bald!” But I guess the idea of hair loss gets a man shook!
I’d like to think that if I started sprouting forehead, I’d just shave it off; go bald like Jordan. I don’t feel that attachment to my mane. I cut my own hair. There have been a couple times when I used the wrong blade or messed around and slipped and created a divot in my dome piece. I either had to cut it lower than I wanted or cut it all off. But there was always that safety net of “it’ll grow back.” I guess the bald dudes don’t have that same sense of security.
While we’re at it, someone explain to me what’s going on with the combover. Do you guys really think you’re hiding that horseshoe shaped bald spot?!
C’mon son, you aint fooling nobody with that b.s. Are you really feeling better about your situation by growing your locks 6″ over one ear so it can be draped over your skull to reach the other ear? You look silly.
Have you seen this movie/documentary, Combover: The Movie? A definite must see; hilarious and insightful.
Other than erectile dysfunction, I can’t think of a topic that gets the fellas more tight than balding. I guess that’s why Rogaine has become an over the counter medication. Guys feel like they must have it; like they need it. When it’s all said and done, just be happy with what you have. You really aint hoodwinkin’ nobody with that horrible attempt to hide the hairline issues. So stop with the shame. Stop with the embarrassment. Stop with the Rogaine, the hair plugs, the hats, the combovers, the hair clubs for men.
Just be YOU, hair or not. Like India.Arie said: You are not your hair.
When I was in high school, I became aware of this annual event held each year right before Halloween. The Tuesday before Halloween I believe.
Anyway, the drag race consists of men dressed in full drag (wig, make up, dress, heels, etc.) running down 17th St., in the section of town called Dupont Circle.
This informal block party draws thousands of people each year to see the elaborate costumes and over the top comedy. I figured I’d go check it out. If for no other reason, I was sure I could get some pics for my WTF Files!
Let me say this, gay/tranny/homosexual people are entertaining! Was that the non-PC thing to say? I don’t care. Shout-out to Juan Williams. There were two types of “dragsters” that I saw. One kind was the dude dressed in a thriftstore dress with a $5 wig on his head; looking like he lost a bet. And then there was the 3-4 day out of the week tranny that was DEAD SERIOUS about this event; looking like he plans for the Drag Race like people in the N.O. plan for Mardi Gras!
Either way, I enjoyed the unusually warm weather and took in the sights – making sure not to make direct eye-eye or eye-azz contact with anyone! lol
Big up to Double D for reminding me of the spectacle!
Here are some of the sights…
The gang’s all here!
Things started off pretty tame…
And kinda lame…
But as I walked deeper into the crowd, things started to liven up.
If he could turn back time, he’d probably do some crunches.
Tinker Bell?
Whip it real good!
Ever wonder where honey comes from? Peep the nip slip.
Chilean Miners
I’m guessing they came dressed as Don’t Ask & Don’t Tell.
Your guess is as good as mine…
Cruella Deville
Snow White, as if you didn’t already know.
I’m wondering where he got that “titty-meat”!
The Crayola Award goes to…
Finally ladies and Gents, I bring you the WTF Award winner of the night…*drum roll please*
This nut is wearing an outfit made out of “used” maxi pads and tampons.
I was having a recent convo with the fellas about “fellas-stuff” and the convo eventually turned to sex. You know a group of dudes can’t get together and the convo not eventually end up being about sex, ass or women. If you do find yourself hanging out with a group of male friends and the conversation doesn’t include women or sex, you’re hanging out with some monks or you need to re-evaluate your circle of friends and/or your sexual orientation.
Anyway, one of my friends says he has a foot fetish. *gasp* A what?! Negro, did you say a foot fetish…that you like to touch feet and suck on toes?! I threw up in my mouth a little bit just thinking about that mess. Another friend of mine told me about a dude she met on vacation that walked around with a fanny-pack full of lotions and oils and all he did the entire vaction was massage women’s feet. Are you serious? I don’t rub my feet. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna be touching all up on yours.
I. am. repulsed. by. feet. Aint nothing sexy about a foot! All feet are ugly. You know why? Cuz they’re FEET!
Feet touch the ground. Feet are dirty, nasty. Feet stink. Feet have corns, bunions and toe jam. Even if your foot is corn/bunion/odor/germ-free, dammit it’s still a foot. And I hate feet!
In my mind, feet that look like this:
They end up looking like this:
I don’t care care how many pedicures, polishes and sexy shoes you have. That doesn’t take away from the fact that it’s a foot. Don’t agree? I don’t care. I’ve had women catch major ‘tude over my feelings about feet. Some wanted their feet massaged, touched, rubbed and even…..sucked. *Please hold while I faint and choke on my own vomit*
Okay, I’m back.
I don’t care how sexy you think your feet are. A foot is a foot and a foot is ugly. A foot is nasty. Feet are disgusting. I will fight you and your feet if you bring them anywhere near me! The slave owners did Kunte Kinte a favor by chopping off his foot. I’m just saying…
Have you seen this trailer for the movie Kick-Ass? Basically, the premise is ordinary people donning masks and costumes to help fight crime in their neighborhood. Kind of like the Guardian Angels from back in the day. The Guardian Angels may still be around. I think I saw a couple of them in downtown DC recently. But I was too busy fighting traffic to wonder if they were out fighting crime.
If you haven’t seen it, here’s the trailer for Kick Ass.
Did you know there were people who ran around in real life fighting crime as masked avengers? I’m serious! Look at this dude and his costumed clan of concerned citizens.
Did you notice in that news report how dude was out fighting crime during the daylight hours? Something tells me he has a curfew and can’t be out after the street lights come on.
Okay, after a couple good chuckles, I went online and did some more investigating. There are people all around the world that are into this whole crime fighting thing! People are actually sitting at home making costumes and “weapons” in their basements in hopes of walking the street to deter crime. Click here to see the World Super Hero Registry. I can’t tell you how crazy this is to me. Let me say this: If I were a criminal out knocking people in their heads, selling drugs, raping and shooting folks, I wish one of these silly vigilantes would jump out of nowhere trying to stop me. I’d sock them right in their gums, beat them with their own homemade weapons and send them home in their Underoos!
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate what they are doing. I like the “idea” of getting out their in our communities and bringing an end to the surge in criminal activity. But seriously, you’re looking for a serving of beat down with a side of knot upside your head if you try that in Southeast DC, Bankhead, Little Haiti or Compton.
Someone please tell these geeks, nerds & goofballs that they better stay indoors and fight all the crime they want on the PS3 and xBox. There are no extra lives in the real world.
Before I begin, let me be clear: I don’t give a fat baby’s bottom about Tiger Woods or his infidelity. I wasn’t thinking about him the day before Thanksgiving, the day after Thanksgiving or today! I only check for Tiger when he is on someone’s golf course, thrashing the competition. Even then, I’m flipping back and forth to watch something else.
I respect Tiger’s gangsta on the golf course. But as a man of color, he has been a resounding disappointment. Yeah, he has a foundation that gives to the less fortunate. However, he is one of the top five most recognizable athletes in the world…not in FL…not in the U.S….the WORLD. He can take his private jet to any continent and someone’s gonna recognize his receding hairline and piano keys-like teeth! So, with all that fame and notoriety; with all those eyes and ears on him, he should be doing more (in my opinion) to speak out on the racial inequality in his chosen sport. The PGA is uber-White. So White that you don’t even see a Black caddy now-a-days! There are a handful of other Black golfers and they get little to no shine or camera time from the PGA or the networks covering the golf events.
I’ll bet you can’t name five other African-American golfers. Go ahead and try. I’ll wait…
Tiger has gone out of his way to remove himself from racial controversies. He turned a blind eye to Fuzzy Zoeller’s comments about Tiger and his food choices as the reigning Masters Champion. Tiger was mute when that female commentator said the other (White) competitors should take Tiger into an alley and lynch him.
Did you see Tiger’s “apology speech” the other day? He was surrounded by friends, loved ones and family. Not another “darky” in sight!
Okay, I’m getting off track. As you can see, I feel Tiger has given me plenty of reason to not give a shit about him and his marital problems! I wanted to comment on the media’s attention given to this whole situation. It seems every 15 minutes CNN, HLN and other media outlets are running a story about Tiger in some for or fashion. All I want to ask is WHO CARES; WHY IS THIS “NEWS”?! If this was Larry the #9 Metro bus driver who cheated on his wife, the conversation about it wouldn’t survive outside of a Barber shop or beauty salon.
Tiger Woods is a coward. He was a coward when confronted by his wife about his cheating. He was a coward when the police came knocking on his door after his car accident. And he has been a coward by not facing the media. His refusal to speak has fueled the media frenzy. So all the speculation, lies and half-truths are his own doing. If you lie, then run and hide, you deserve whatever you get. But still this is not news and my tv and airwaves shouldn’t be polluted with Tiger and his nonsense.
Did you see him stammering and stuttering thru that written statement; looking straight into the camera for dramatic effect? Tiger clearly doesn’t get it. He can’t shit on his marriage and family, then get to play the victim! All this is YOUR doing Eldrick Woods. Man up, grow a pair and just deal with it.
If this was me in this situation, it would’ve been a 2 minute press conference. My statement would have 4 sentences. “I’ll make this quick. I will return to golf on *insert date here*. In the meantime, I will be addressing my marital issues with my wife and therapist, privately. Thank you for coming out, God bless, good night!” Anything above and beyond that is Tiger trying to sell me some bullshit. No thanks. I’m allergic to bullshit. It gives me hives.
So, to all of you that asked my opinion on Tiger and his issues, that’s all I’ve got to say about that!
Ok, I really need to go to bed at night and stay off the internet. Because this is the type shyt I run across.
Let me introduce you to Coon Extraordinaire MARCUS LLOYD. Who?!, you say? Mr. Lloyd doesn’t consider himself an African American. But he does consider himself to be a Black Conservative. He has proven himself to be a Teabagger of sorts by penning the all-time Cracka classics “The Tea Party Anthem” and “2010″. Scroll down and take a look at Marcus and all his porch monkeyness…
Where do I start? First, I’m gonna need to see this dude and Carl Lewis in the same room, same time! I think they are trying to pull the wool over my eyes like Floyd Mayweather, Sr. and Marion Barry. Secondly, what’s going on up under that Nigger Jim hat? I put money on my daughter’s smile that this fool has some sort of relaxer in his hair and/or a ponytail. I’ll also bet you a year’s worth of mortgage payments that his wife isn’t just White, she’s one of those uber-blonde, 6-foot, Nordic, Viking, Valhalla, Scandinavian, Ikea chicks. I’m sure they vacation in Iceland in the summer.
I get the whole difference of opinion and freedom of speech ideology. But that speech shouldn’t sound like a sissy taking a dump, if you want anyone to take you seriously. Where did this dude come from and who has the receipt, so that we can return him and get our money back? I’m wondering how long it’s gonna take for Mike-Mike, Ray-Ray and Stink to roll up on him, throw a pillow case over his head and beat the brakes off his Black azz.
And in other news…
I was hanging out with my friend Cill last weekend and she was telling me about this website BackstagePazz.com. This site is a clear violation of the Groupie Code of Ethics! Page after page, story after story of groupies telling jumpoff tales. The celebs mentioned ranged from A-list guys like Nas and Gilbert Arenas to “What’s his face?” and “Dude from that one movie”. What part of the game is this? As a jumpoff your job is to jump in the bed, jump out the bed and keep your mouth SHUT! There is an understanding of silence; an expectation of privacy. As a groupie, know your role. Stay the hell in your lane. Not only are these females putting once hidden groupie activities on blast, but the dudes they are talking about have no clue this is going on. They aren’t given the option to defend themselves against these anonymous writers. This is PHUCKERY if I’ve ever seen it. In the celebrity/groupie world, this type of shyt just isn’t done. Superhead has the game phucked up. These chicks are making it hard for the next batch of up and coming aspiring jumpoffs. smh
If I said this once, I’ve said it 100 times. I don’t get this Twitter sensation. My life aint that entertaining or important to be providing updates of my every move to the masses. However, I am guilty as hell of blowing up Facebook with “status updates“! I guess mentally, I have yet to recognize Twitter as an independent cyber nation.
Anyway, apparently the new hotness on Twitter is for rappers to throw shots at one another. Instead of the occasional mixtape jab or two, MCs are spending countless hours “twitting”, “twittering”, “tweeting”…whatever the hell you call it this week…back and forth in some sort of cyber beef session. Peep Bow Wow and Fabolous playing cyber tag…
Bow Wow @ Fab:
* RT THIS!!!!! #heardbowwow got all of fabs info… and is bout to leak it on twitter…
about 9 hours ago from web
* @myfabolouslife get bk 2 ny safe. hit ya lil bro up and we can get it poppin. dem tweets is funny gnr but is ur tooth sittn nex 2 u on plane
about 9 hours ago from web in reply to myfabolouslife
* #thanksfab i kno i won .we clebrating ova hea. hand over yo tooth so i can pop dis bottle (Officialbowwow live > http://ustre.am/3gi1)
about 11 hours ago from Ustream
* fab said i came bk from the dead. wish we cud say da same bout dat tooth nigga gnr
about 11 hours ago from web
* @CallMe2nd#thanksfab for helpin me get my nephew to the dentist.. showed him ur smile and said he could look like this. He said LETS GOOO
about 11 hours ago from web
* The dental institution of america #thanksfab for being the poster child for there new braces. “Have a Fabolous Smile
about 11 hours ago from web
Fab @ Bow Wow:
* #iheardbowwow really thinks he didn’t get murdered 2day.. Can yall please tweet him @bowwow614 & let him know so.. T.I.P. Twit in Peaceabout 10 hours ago from UberTwitter
* #iheardbowwow doesn’t hav a piece on his chain, he has a Bo Bo (pacifier)!
about 11 hours ago from UberTwitter
* RT @S3STARLO: #iheardbowwow just graduated 2 pull ups he got tired of da pampers…wordddd da lil man growing lmaoooooo
about 11 hours ago from UberTwitter
First off, that Twitter-speak looks like a foreign language. Makes my eyes hurt. Second, these two clearly have nothing better to do. I need them to be in the studio, on tour, smoking weed or smashing some groupie. Get off that damn Twitter and make a song or two. Next, Bow Wow might wanna pull up a high chair and sit his azz down. Fabolous is far too witty or is it twitty? Finally, cyber beefing is nothing new. This takes me back to my glory days on BlackPlanet. Click the link and read from the bottom up. Enjoy.
