I love celebrities:
SEAN “Diddy” Combs doesn’t like to be questioned, even when it’s as harmless as, “How many people in your party?” A witness outside downtown hot spot GoldBar the other night said, “He walked right up to the door girl with four other people in his crew. When she asked him how many people he was with, Diddy just called her a ‘[bleep]ing bitch’ and opened the velvet rope and let himself through.”
How cool is that?
What a [bleep]ing asshole!
doesn’t get more frivo;ous than this. Who gives a crap. I know- friv fri but boo- how about that latest sighting of Bigfoot!
Don’t poke the blogger or more of this:
How are these breast implants working for you?
Working just fine for me, thanks.
Truth is; none of them do much for me…
Just a little bit of the real stuff beats any of that.
Run for cover:
Move over John Warner:
this is the Satanic “entertainment” industry I speak about in this post.
http://www.eurotrib.com/?op=displaystory;sid=2007/9/28/84311/0784
More, More Please! What a great way to wrap. This could become a habit.
You asked for it:
Meow.
Ouch.
That’s nasty, but LOL.
it’s so true…and everytime SJP comes up in conversation, women don’t understand why I don’t find her attractive…what’s up with that?
Well, Diddy runs the city doesn’t he? Or was that just a clever marketing campaign?