KANYE WEST - prosecutors in LA have charged Kanye with misdemeanor battery, grand theft and vandalism after he ripped a camera from a paparazzi and smashed it on the ground in a little hissy fit (relive the magic here) at LAX in September. So, good. He should have been arrested and shot just for those GD sweater vests. (source = new york times)
RIHANNA – official became officialer today when the producer who has worked with Rihanna since 2003 said she did not record a duet with Chris Brown earlier this month in Miami, despite initial reports saying she did. Also not true: dinosaurs. (source = new york daily news)
SELETA EBANKS – the premiere of “Valentino: The Last Emperor”, whatever the hell that is, was in NYC last night, and if I saw Seleta there I would tell her I think she's really pretty, and then ask if she's ever thought of doing any modeling. And she would be like, what me, no way tee-hee. She would act shy but really she’d be getting all hot because I said I thought she was pretty enough to be a model. And then we’d do it. (source = wenn)
First!!!!!
This chick’s awesome! Come on people, TITS!!
her right tit is as big as the zit on her face.
Rokan, you had the chance to NOT SAY FIRST and for some reason you didn’t take it. Dickhead.
Don’t be a sore loser.
Look at the tits and quit causing trouble.
Hey, Pepper. What’s up?
is it me or is the right tit 3 times the size of the left. What is she feeding it?
Rokan, I’m not at tit man. She does have a nice ass.
That is weird, isn’t it?
well, have a great night.
Hey, Pepper. Tell Jayms to go Fuck Himself before you go, will ya?
One of these days I’ll put an avatar up… oh look, tits.
I don’t know, Pepper, but I’d like to shit on it/caress it.
Lingua. The tongue of spiraling youth. Think for a moment, dear friends, about the circular masturbation you so carelessly toss to the birds. You compress your feverish wanking into a bracelet; no, not a bracelet to be worn by a hirsute Greek woman; rather, a bracelet fit for the slender arm of Emma. The scorching fat erupting from Héléne’s cunt, the crystalized misfortune preserved in the deacon’s chalice; hardly a word fitting for such virgin ears. Emma is composed of milk, violence, and dreams. Thusly, I shall fire off into her snatch my hot Romanian fuck. The seepage bears witness to our universal tragedy. At the court hearing; a scene to be enacted in front of a provincial clergy; our young bodies would be cracking like dry skin. Brittle paper. The strong arms of the oncoming storm clouds would crush us beneath their mighty shoulders; tilting a bit to the right, it would seem. The percolation of our coffee, the bitter design of out tea; love fills her cavern just as the roiling prick of a magnificent negro fills the cunt of the officer’s mare. Savage, tribal, real. Our clothes just simply want to abandon us in the rapture of the electric springtime.
Ma chérie Emma, from the bottom of a solitary well–and just like that black man had violated you–I shall tear off a page of your life. You shall slake off a piece of your existence in order to appease that which promised you your 23rd year. I shall fill you to the brim. When I engage your small vagina with my palm, I must press it into you–and something quite like anguish begins to act as a sort of ice-knife piercing this wall of shadow. When I feel your secretions running down the sides of your thighs–and certainly on the backs of my hands– I think: “These are the remains.” But ‘the remains of what’ is the question that shook me from my slumber. And I realize: Life is transparent… life is transparent…
Uh ok, Mony.
Ditto
Mony, You’re actually pretty cool.
I just have to have some time to absorb that.
#1- who gives a shit.
#2- could care even less
#3- I’d hit it.
even if her tits are lopsided.
guh guh guh goddamn…..i wanna clearasil her zit with my man goo and correct her crosseyed tit with my community college plastic surgery degree. “trust me baby, you wont feel a thing…”
Rokan is Buddy Groove?
Oh so pure tits.
MONY-you can stick your palm in my crevice anytime. Morning is it?