So by now you would have heard that power couple Beyonce and her husband Jay-Z are on the outs. You may have also heard that her sister bitch slapped him a month or so ago in an elevator while Beyonce looked on. Apparently Solange wasn’t happy with the way her sister was being cheated treated. What? Jay-Z was creeping on the lovely and talented Beyonce? How could he? Well before you get asking that, ask instead, “How couldn’t he?”
Rumor has it that Beyonce is upset that her husband was all up in Rihanna’s grill. Know what I’m saying? And everyone went, “Oh no! Not Riri!” And I go, “Yawn”. You see I am one smart brother. I knew all this stuff while it was still only a thought process. “How?” you asked, easy. Jay-Z is a rapper. Rappers cheat. Ok, maybe that’s like saying all black guys have big penises, which they do so that point is moot. Yeah, they all cheat, it’s the GAME, they have to play it or be pussies. It’s the life they live.
When Rihanna came on the scene, she was first signed to Jay-Z’s record label and right away I knew he was tapping it. How could he not? She was exactly the prime cut he was waiting for. Fresh and young Caribbean meat! Come on Bey! you knew that too. I know I’m smart but you are no dummy yourself…um, never mind that last bit.
So there you have it. Today you learned that all most rappers are cheaters. You learned ‘Up in her grill’, you also learned that I’m one smart brother, something you should have known after reading my first blog.
So I am thinking of becoming an accountant. I hate math. I hate anything to do with numbers. Then why would I want to be an accountant then? Well to tell you the truth, it’s not just a plain old accountant. I am talking about working for dumb rich people who have so much money that they can’t keep track of it.
Take Rihanna for example, she recently claimed that due to her accountant’s screw up, she actually went bankrupt. Then Brian McKnight, you know him right? Yes, the singer. He too is blaming his accountant. Apparently the accountant was not paying his taxes. They are but two of the scores of celebs who said that their accountants misappropriated funds.
I can misappropriate funds with the best of them. I can miss a few tax payments too. I know, I have done it. Just kidding, I haven’t. But seriously, if I could do whatever I want with these twits’ money while they are too busy doing whatever rich people do, then why not apply? I mean I can make sure that they always have enough to keep their drug supply going.
Yes sir, that’s the job for me. It’s literally a gold mine out there just waiting to be exploited. It’s taking advantage of the vulnerable but so what? They take advantage of the vulnerable too, don’t they? Lip syncing, giving us lame songs and we buy it. We go to their concerts. It’s pay back baby! Say hi to your new accountant…
Say Goodbye (Chris Brown song) cover from Chris Brown (album), by Chris Brown (singer), from the film and soundtrack Step Up (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In some shocking breaking news, Chris Brown has announced, well tweeted, that his next album could very well be his last. His reason for such a drastic move is that he feels he is no longer known for his talent but more for the beat down he put on Rihanna. Chris is also known for singing…er…um…songs. He says that when he’s out and about all he hears is “Hey, isn’t that the guy who roughed up Rihanna?” Then everyone wants to buy him drinks and he ends up driving home drunk and/or getting into trouble.
This all came to a head last week when Chris was taken into custody for a hit-and-run case. When he got to the jailhouse, the chief of police recognized who he was immediately. “Say, you are that damn kid who bitch slapped that crazy bitch who dissed you to the world then took you back, right? What’s her name again? Oh yeah, Breanna!” The chief slapped his knees, pounded fists with CB then looked at the arresting officers. “What the hell are you doing standing there? Let this nig** go!” The poor officers stuttered, “But sir, it was a domestic violence case and the chick was Rihanna.” The chief would hear none of it. “Domestic violence my ass! That chick whatchamacallher needs to be domesticated first. Now get this guy out of here so he can rejoin his football team.” “Sir, he’s not a football player, he’s a singer. Ah, never mind. Yes sir!”
So with that kind of fame, poor Chris is choosing no fame at all and riding off into the sunset. Some are predicting that Riri would follow him. We would so miss them.
English: Mariah Carey performing live in Las Vegas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Did you know that if your blog contains sexually explicit material it would show up on the new blogs page? Yup, I read it myself. I was not too happy when I found this out because a lot of the posts on Funny Side Up are sexual in nature. Accidentally of course.
When I found out this bit of information, my first thought was, “What? There’s goes my chance of being Freshly Pressed. If my blog gets pushed aside because of sexual innuendos, how would anyone find it?.” Because I’m all about being FP, I have now decided to stay on the straight and narrow. No more alluding to sex. No porny talk. Family friendly here I come! Talking about come… Oops, never you mind!
So starting immediately, I am going to keep it clean and family friendly. I am going to make a case for Freshly Pressed consideration. If a celebrity was caught with their pants down literally, you won’t hear about it from me. If Rihanna shows her crotch or Miley has a nipple slip, you can find that out on your own. Even if my girl Mariah has a wardrobe malfunction, I won’t touch it. The topic I mean…I am done being the potty-mouth one.
To you my loyal followers, I apologize for switching gears in midstream but being Freshly Pressed is very important to me. As you can see, even more important than sex.
Backstage at The Heart Truth’s Red Dress Collection Fashion Show during New York Fashion Week. February 13, 2009 at Bryant Park. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I liked Amanda Bynes as an actress. I thought she was cute with a little bit of the ‘girl next door’ in her. Such an innocent little darling. A lot of guys secretly hoped to see ‘more of her’. Men are like that. They see a pretty face and they want to see ‘more’.
Well wait no more. Amanda has been tweeting topless and almost bottomless pictures of herself. The only problem is, they are cringe worthy. Not dissing her body or admitting that I too have pored over them either but the manner in which they were presented would completely kill any boyish excitement one may have had. Kill the mood sort of. Here is a woman, yes, she’s no longer a little girl, she’s almost 30! obviously lost in a state of mental confusion, self-induced or otherwise, exposing herself to the world. To me, that’s like seeing a mentally deranged woman naked. Yes, I know that might still be a turn-on for some but there’s a name for those ‘some’.
Seeing uncovered parts of sexy celebrities such as Britney and Rihanna was maybe a dream for a lot of us guys until their nude photos were splashed all over the internet, quelling the mood like a cold shower as it became apparent that we were looking at the photos of sick and messed up people. To be caught looking at them for gratification now seemed like a sick practice. Something like taken advantage of the disabled. Which it is in some way, right?
It’s good to see that Britney seems to have gotten over whatever she was going through. Maybe Rihanna, Amanda, Lindsay and other celebrities hogging the news for the wrong reasons could get over their demons also and one day we could at least enjoy seeing them sans bras without feeling guilty or sick.
Blogger’s note: Posting racy pics of yourself online is an advertisement for attention, even though I can’t imagine with millions of followers and fans, how much more attention do these attention-hogs need?
Rihanna nude pictures, El Destape de Rihanna (Photo credit: Remolacha.net pics)
Rihanna rocks! Sexy body, so-so voice, lots of money. At least enough to drop $8000 at a strip joint. She has everything going for her you would agree.
A magazine in Dutchland described Her Royal Highness as a Nigger Bitch and she got royally upset. She tweeted, “Who u calling Nigger Bitch?Bitch! U ain’t even know english! What u wrote is an abasement and insult me and the other little niggers out there! No peace out for you! Wigger ho bitch! Oh and here are three words for u and your peeps on behalf of the black race you dissed, ‘F**k u!” Oh Rihanna…
RiRi also said some stuff about evolution, race, future leaders and degrading. I am not sure why she ended up talking about herself. Then she later posted a photo of her with a toddler, calling him her ‘Lil’ Nigger’. When asked how come she could use such derogatory terms but takes offense when someone else does, Rihanna mumbled something about being black, flashed her boobs, kissed her gal pal, slapped Chris Brown, exhaled her marijuana smoke, flashed her crotch and give the reporter the finger. Such a classy woman! Anything less would be an abasement to humans.
Oh, she also wanted to let her fans know that she’s not pregnant. Just a bit bloated, bitch!
Man, times they are a changing. Do you remember the good old days when it was not only acceptable but recommended for strangers to touch a woman’s belly when she was pregnant? No? hmm…It never was? Well anyways, did you know that women aren’t down with that anymore? I didn’t either. I thought it was still acceptable for strangers to get up close and personal with a woman they have never seen before. Are you sure it never used to be?
I found how the hard way yesterday while waiting at the bus stop. An obviously pregnant young lady sat beside me on the bench and I, being the nice person I am, decided to show her my feminine side. I put my ear to her stomach while placing a hand on top of her baby-filled stomach. No need to ask permission, everyone’s doing it. “Can’t hear the cute one yet. How far along are we?”
And that’s when everything exploded in a verbiage of insults. “What the eff are you doing? You effing creep! I am not pregnant! Are you calling me fat? Why are you touching me? Your sick mother effer! I should call the cops!” Plus taxes and handling.
I managed to stammer an unaccepted apology and ran away red-faced. There was no way I was going to sit in the same bus with that irate woman. Baby or no baby. Plus, I didn’t relish the idea of being dragged off a bus by the police for sexual harassment.
Ok, I admit, I am a chronic liar and the above story never took place. So what? It could very well have happened. So I hope you learned something from this. DO NOT ASSUME THAT EVERY WOMAN WITH A GUT IS PREGNANT. (You are welcome, Rihanna). AND IT IS NEVER POLITE TO RUB THE BELLY OF STRANGERS, PREGNANT OR OTHERWISE. THEY ARE NOT BUDDHAS.
Some women can be so sensitive when they are pregnant…