Saturday, November 27, 2010

Where's My Hymnal?

By Adam's Rib!

I don't know what's happening with these children today, but Satan is having a field day.  Boys is calling their asses "pussies" and asking celebrities to do old skool dances inside them.  It ain't right, Jesus.  It just ain't right.

Where's Eddie Long when you need him?

Friday, July 30, 2010

Lackawanna Blues


The power of Khia compels you.

My sugar just shot through the roof!

Deep in the bowels of Alabama, Antoine LIVES and TWIRLS.  It's not his red scarf or his yellow smoker's teeth that sends my kidneys on a joyride for Jesus.  It's the Negro expertise with which he narrates the story that gives me flashbacks of slavery.  Harriet Tubman would get her life.

While I'm over here getting my insulin fix and reading a Psalm, get into the fuckery:

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The People Under the Stairs

Moses please lead me out of this here desert!

I's only got one question: What in Jesus' name happened to Li'l Kim's face?

Forget the jacked-up, wanna-be white nose; why come her make-up looks like a blind toddler with Tourette's Syndrome put it on for her?

And the wig/lace-front is a bonafide FOOL.

She needs Jehovah STAT!

Let us pray.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Friday, April 16, 2010

My, My, My, the Devil is a Liar!

(Put on your red dress, Miss Thang!)

Baby, you ain't gotta lie.

Erybody and they mother know you gay. I mean, it's common knowledge. You can sit up there until all the mascara disappears from your face and you ain't gone be nothing but gay. You AND Eddie Murphy. I don't care how many kids you got. Homosexuals make babies too!

I don't care what nobody say. Ain't no man that damn feminine unless he gettin poked in the booty. Let's just put the shit on out there. Praise the lawd.

I can already hear the children gettin mad at Skrawberry: "It ain't none of your got damn business what Johnny Gill do!" "I hate when people try to out somebody!" "Why you worried about Johnny?" "It's people like you that make the world hate gay people!"

Here's my early response: so, because, and too damn bad. Y'all queens always finna shoot the messenger. Y'all doing too much. Y'all best sit down and shut up before you get your wig snatched lovely.

Or before you get gunkified.

For your viewing pleasure, Miss Jonetta Gill: