Flava Flav chased his family around with knives

By brendon October 18, 2012 @ 12:22 PM

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Flavor Flav was arrested in Las Vegas early yesterday morning for domestic violence, because apparently you’re not allowed to chase people around the house with knives anymore. Oh, I’m sorry, I thought this was America.

According to the Vegas police report, the argument between the rapper and his 39-year-old fiancee started over accusations Flav had cheated on her — and quickly turned violent, with Flav grabbing his fiancee and throwing her to the ground twice.

Wow. Flav is 53, drunk, and weighs 100 pounds. This chick needs to work out.

Flav’s fiancee claims her earring was ripped out during the altercation … and her 17-year-old son jumped in to defend her.

Not to defend his actions, but what did this lady think was gonna happen when she started dating Flava Flav. Did she think they were gonna go to his lake house and read a book by the fire with a golden retriever at their feet? No, when you date Flava Flav, it’s cheating, chaos, and knife fights.

At that point, Flav grabbed two knives and chased her son around the house — eventually kicking down a locked door to get to him. Flav then allegedly threatened to kill him.

Wasn’t that threat pretty much implied when he chased after the kid with two knives? Yeah, Flav, we get it. You’re not exactly subtle.

Flava Flav knows how to party

By brendon June 07, 2011 @ 6:35 PM

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Fans of rap music love reading books, so the new biography from Flava Flav should fly off the shelves and be an instant bestseller. And they’ll be well rewarded too, since Flav is pretty entertaining and extremely candid, even admitting to spending almost $6,000,000 on a 6 year cocaine habit. Popeater says…

PE: You’re very honest in the book about your drug use. It got really crazy.
FF: Yeah I was spending $2,600 a day, for six years, every single day. I don’t know how much that is but if you did the math, wow, I went through a lot of money. If I did the math I’d probably be shocked on how much money I spent, I’d probably punch myself in the face.

It’s $5,696,600, by the way. And I’m assuming it took every dime of that for him to get any pussy. But the real revelation of this post is that it turns out I still know all the words to ‘Only Out For One Thing’. Yaay! I’m gonna be rich!

(note: Flav is pretty ugly, so instead of him theres a picture of Bootz, the, umm, “winner” on the first season of ‘Flava of Love’. I think she dates Shaq now or something.)