Posh Gemz

This is all I have to say about the Posh situation. Now, we all know that up until yesterday there was only ONE person on this mutherfuckin' blog who I took seriously enough to let him affect my emotions. But yesterday, with Posh... that shit was bannanas. I swear to y'all on my LIFE, on my Mother, on my Grandma's grave that by the time I raised up outta here last night, I wanted to kill that bitch Posh Gemz. Those are some seriously unhealthy emotions, but i felt them. And STILL do. If I could kill her, I absolutely would, because people like her don't even deserve to be alive. She's a nothing and a no~one, and she has the attention span of a rabid squirrel. I wish there were words in the english language powerful enough to express how much I truly despise her, but I can't think of anything foul enough. Just know that I HATE every inch of you, Posh Gemz. I hate your mother for being a dumb ass bitch and creating you. And if you have a child, yea I hate that little mutant bastard, too. Know that. And yes, I have a full grip on how awful that last statement just was, but you know what? I meant it. Every word. You're CRAZY, and I've slowly realized that even communicating with you is doing something terrible to me. You're lowering me down. And fuckin' up my rep. So on that note, after this comment, I'll be sure to ignore every last word you say to me, b/c it's all just nonsense anyway. Posh you need help, and me giving you a tounge lashing isn't going to fix your problems. But.. you need to realize that the ONLY reason I bounced out of here last night was because I had to, NOT because you had scared me off. You know I'm always out of here by 6 pm every day, because i have things to do. I have a LIFE, off of this keyboard. I actually stayed in here until 7:10 just to argue with your remedial ass. Now how stupid of me was that? Posh Gemz, you can go str8 to hell, and I spit on your grave, and your mothers when that bitch dies, and if I could make it to the bottom of the ocean to spit on your ancestors, I'd do that too. Word is born. On that note, homegirl you are INVISIBLE to me and you can talk all the shit you want but you'll get ignored. Talk is cheap, bitch. You have my address, and you can come get it if you want. I hope all the horrible things I've said will prompt you to do so. Because my deepest fantasy is to stab you slow. Also Posh, you need to quit telling people that you "run me off", because you do NOT scare me, as much as you think you do. Girl please. I'm NOT your child, and you didn't discipline me at all. I held my own against you, like I did with all the other bitches, and you're acting like you "won" simply because you got the last word. That only happened because I wasn't AROUND. As for Revenge, I read what you said, and I'm glad you think I'm just a "little drama boy", but honey what are you? There you go jumpin' on the Posh bandwagon. Get a backbone, bitch. Always cosigning on somebody else's check. If you had a problem with me you should've came at me, instead of singing background for Posh. This had NOTHING to do with you, ya fugly slut. You're just as ridiculous as she is, and I have nothing else to say to you, either. Go eat a pussy or something. Whatever it takes to stuff that big mouth of yours and keep MY name out of it, and off your keyboard.

WAIT 1 BOSTON MINUTE!!!

Another behind the scenes in a Boston minute.....

Hey Mr. Boston how are you today?

I'm good.Real good.

So when is your episode of the Tyra banks show going to air?

Uh, sometime around Feb. 7th or so...

Your Darth Vader Line was a classic.

Yeah people liked that line. but my "wood" line was even better...

Uh..no, it wsn't..:) Do you think that African American people will misconstrue a lot of the things you inadvertently said as racist statements?

To be honest with you, the producers told me to say the darth vador line, I don't even think I've seen a Star Wars movie since I was six, so please don't take it personally.

NO!!! The darth vader thing was the least offensive thing you said..lol..trust me I am very aware of who I am as an African American, and I know you're not a racist or a bigot....:) Why do you think that Ms Michelle kept on trying to bait you into that conversation..but she did say she really liked you..

I think Sister Patterson viewed me as one white white guy on the show and just wanted to make good TV by trying to make me look racist. I don't take it personally, cause there are more memorable parts of the show anyway

Are there any plans for a reunion show?

Come on Boston all these guys were trying to make it seem like that they didn't please themselves..come on tell the truth.

I think the reunion show is in two or three weeks, but I'm not sure. I don't understand your second question

They made it seem like you were the only guy jacking off.....I know that wasn't so.

Yeah I'm open about that kind of thing, but I don't think the other guys liked me talking about it.... They also didn't have locks on the bathroom doors, I'm assuming on purpose.....

You have 2 kisses at this point from Ms NY were they really the best kisses ever?

Hell no! Did they look like they were the best kisses ever?

Lee, tell the truth other than me..(just joking) what is your ideal woman?

I normally go for tall blondes with some junk in the trunk.

I didn't realize tall blondes have junk in the trunk, oh well...Is that you partying with Pumkin? Where the hell did you go to meet her?

What was you stratgy with the dog house contest? Did they really take a chunk out of your hair....was all that necessary? Did you think Chance was seriously pissed and going to cause you physical harm at that point?

Me and Pumkin hung out this weekend in LA and got along great. I didn't care about the Dog House contest too much cause I sucked at it. As far as I know, none of my hair was actually removed, and as for Chance, I would have welcomed physical harm from him cause it would have meant he'd get kicked off the show....

Were you nervous getting the last chain..... and is there anything else you want to add b4 I post my updated Boston minute for your fans on the blogspot?

I was ready to pass out I was so nervous. I was positive I was going home and the rest of the show would have sucked without me. But luckily New York had the sense to keep me around cause she knew she was started to feel the Boston charm

Think that's about it. just remind them to check out the extra stuff of me on the V Spot...

Well that's your BOSTON MINUTE, I hope you all caught the stuff about the reunion show and the Tyra show they seem like they are going to be oof the hook...and you all have been Charmed:0)

Church and the Chickenheads...

How are you guys? I mean really, what the FUCK is goin' on, people? Enough chit~chat, I came here to do a job and I'm already a day late with my "Royal Recap", so let me get at it...

The scene opens up with a clip of Mr. Boston and Onyx in their room. They are now the only two in the room because thier roomates, T~Weed and Trendz, are no longer in the competion. "Now", says Mr. Boston eloquently, "We're the only two studs left". Get the fuck outta here, Boston. You're about as studly as a pug. Anywayz, fast~forward to breakfast, where Chamo enters the room looking like one of the guys from YMCA. Looking Totally out of place in his construction attire, Chamo opens a tin lunchbox and hands the guys a "new york note". The note informs the guys that NY needs a guy that's good with his hands, and that "Your Majesty" needs a lil' doggie house. (Perhaps so she won't shit on the carpet in NY's house??) Anywayz, the guys are split up into three teams, and the winning team's Foreman will get special time with NY. The Gray team consists of Tango, White Boy, and Onyx. The white team included Real, 12~Pack, and Heat. Chance, Rico, and Mr. Boston were on the Black team. After picking the foreman, or team captain (12~Pack, Tango, and Rico) the teams began working, as NY watched/spied from the sidelines. 12~Packs group seemed to get along and share the same idea of what a dog house should be like, so they had no problem. WhiteBoy and Tango somehow managed to work together, even though Whiteboy was irritated by the fact that Tango was whining about a splinter. I think he called him a "bitch ass". As for Rico's group? Wow. Rico was getting very agitated by Mr.Boston's cheesy comedy, but was far to subtle and sincere to speak up about it. While Chance was openly pissed off with the team arrangements. Mr. Boston the accountant knew NOTHING about construction, and so stood around laughing and making candid, random suggestions like "Should we add one room for sex, and one room to smoke in?" Chance rolled his eyes. "Dogs don't smoke, dude. Ain't no smokin' goin' on in there. How is a pooch gonna roll up a bleezy?" Chance retorted. Anyhoo, 3 hours, 12 pounds worth of sweat, one orgasm (on my part) and a splinter later, the competition came to a close. First ,Ny was shown Tango's teams creation. She liked it, but the end decision was left up to Your Majesty. She put the dog down, and Your Majesty sniffed the place out, saying without saying that it was merely "OKAY". Next was Rico's group. They presented to NY and Your Majestjy what I like to call "Cardboard Hell." Ewwww. Your Majesty took one look at it and was like, "Fuck that shit". She wouldn't go near it. And NY let the guys know that thier creation was some "seriously busted up shit". Finally... 12~Packs group. They unveiled the new house, and it was a fabulous montage of pinks and silvers and blacks, with faux fur and pink zebra print everywhere. Over the top. Dramatic. GAUDY, even. So naturally NY and Your Majesty LOVED it! Your Majesty hopped in and got cozy right away.

Team 12~Pack was the clear winner, and so the guys had to run off to get ready for thier dates, while Chance complained that the whole ordeal was Boston's fault. First up for a date was Real. NY confided in him that she was into both HIM and his brother Chance. Saying that both of them were to totally different guys. Chance, she says, is a str8 up thug. While Real simply LOOKS thugged out, but has a calm and gentlemanly demeanor. Ain't it the truth. She says she would never come between the two of them, but that it may come down to Real and Chance being the final two. "How would you feel about that?" NY asks. "Just follow your heart, I won't hold it against you." Real answers sweetly. Then it's off to find Heat. In the previous challenge, Heat admitted that he would make sure that he, his mom, and his ya~ya(nanna) would ALL eat before NY did. New York wasn't feelin' that statement, so she took the time out to ask him about that. Heat tells her that family is first in his life. He also stated that wherever he goes, Ya~Ya and mommy will have a house out back, so he can keep them close. Then he asks New York if he can kiss her "Butta lips". Dude is str8 up psycho. I mean, Heat is really looney tune. Anyway, the third, and most EXCITING date, goes to 12~Pack. New York has enlisted the services of a tantric expert, who has New York and 12~Pack change into something sexy. 12~Pack dons a leopard print speedo. Then she makes them do this little dance so that they can "feel each others' aura". The end result was a sexy little shimmy that was a cross between a stripper on Crenshaw and a belly dancer in Arabia. But they worked it out, nonetheless. After being tied up in each other like pretzels, 12~Pack has to pee, and after THAT, he goes to get drinks. He shows off his little speedo, and Heat and Real are getting suspiscious, because this date is lasting HELLA longer than either of thiers. So they devise a plan to climb up to NY's balcony, Romeo style, and see what the hell is going on. Using a ladder and that piece of shit doghouse his brother made, real climbs up on the balcony, looking all exotic with that hair loose. He says he feels like King Kong saving his girl. Hell, looking like that, he can go fucking banannas on me ANY DAY. He grabs some grapes and some liquour, and then sneaks over to the window, where NY easily spots him. He sees her get up, and tries to go and hide behind the patio furniture, but that bushy hair gave him away. NY takes it lightly, but still tells him and Heat that they gotta bounce. So they do. After spending even MORE time with NY, 12~Pack ambles downstairs to find his drinkin' buddy, Heat. The two of them commence to knock 'em back as if they were drinking milk. As the other guys retire to their rooms, Heat and 12~Pack keep on drinking. And drinking. And drinking. This continues until 12~Pack is doing the robot while Heat raps along in his own, odd little language. After that, the two of them head outside and have a total Brokeback mountain moment with each other. It's now 4:19, and the guys FINALLY decide to give it a rest. Less than to hours later, Sister Patterson storms into the guys' rooms like a perfume~scented tsunami. "Get up ! We're going to church!!" At this point, Heat and 12~Pack crawl out of bed like zombies. And Heat is totally burned out, screaming to the top of his lungs for someone to deliver him some meds. About 2 hours later, all the guys are coming downstairs, ready to roll out, and they all look pretty snazzy. That is, until Chance comes down. Dude is wearing a Triple XL T shirt, with a red hat and a yellow scarf under it. Lookin' sexy, no doubt, but NOT suitable for church. Sister P asks him to remove the hat, which was a simple enough request, but he declines. Sister Patterson isn't in the mood to argue, so she let's go of the whole thing, and they all leave for church. Mr. Boston rides in the limo with New York and her mom, where he confides in them that he's jewish, and that his family wouldn't have a problem with him having a "light skin black" baby. The guys and girls arrive at church, and Chance stays outside with his little red hat. Church commences, and after a while it's Momma's turn to talk. She gets in front of the church, going on and on about how she "doesn't know what she's doing here" but that she "knows god ordered her footsteps to be there and speak to the congregation" (?) Then she goes into a screaming fit and starts shaking like an etch~a~sketch. Then there is a confessional of Onyx saying that he thought Sister Patterson was a little "over the top". Chance hears all the screaming outside. Either because he was suddenly moved by Sister P's words or because he is incredibly nosy, he takes the hat off, comes inside, and recieves a hug from sister Patterson. Awwwwwwwwwww.

Back at the house, Tango, Rico, Chance, and Onyx are hangin' out by the pool. The subject of church arises, and Onyx admits that he felt Sister Patterson was a fake. A fraudulent bitch, if you will. "She started hollering immediately. She didn't even have TIME to feel anything." Dedicated snitch that he is, Tango convinced Rico to come upstairs with him that night and inform NY of this news. She doesn't recieve it well at ALL. Fast forward to elimination. 12~Pack, Real, White~boy, Tango, Rico, and Chance all get chains. But when she gets to the last one, she stops for a dramatic pause. "This last chain," she says, "is definitely not for YOU, Onyx. May I tell you why?" She then explains to him that he had a lot of nerve to insult not only Sister P but her (NY) as well. "I don't know who you think you are, I don't CARE who you think you are, but I think you betta Raiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise up outta here." She then lets Onyx know that he wasn't good enough for her. "I'm better" he says. " I see your thoughts are coming from your ASS right now, b/c you for DAMN sure ain't better than New York." Then she rounds on Heat. "It's not for you either, Heat. I think it's time for you to go home to Ya~Ya, and you can tell her New York said what's up." Heat walks out without addressing her. "It's still gonna be HOT around here without you, Heat." She assures him. Then she calls Boston down for his chain, and kisses him, smudging lip gloss all over his face. The guys say goodnight to mama, and toast to New York.

BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY... THEY WIN!!!!!

I woke up this morning to one of my favorite channels, the E, entertainment network recapping the SAG awards. I felt a personal rush of satisfaction and self- actualization,

(you can't tell me she's not fierce!!!)

when I realized that the some of fabulously plus size women of Hollywood were getting their "just desserts". (no pun intended...maybe a little)

I have to tell you having been a "pleasently plump", "fluffy", "thick"....ahh hell a FAT GIRL the majority of my life it has at times made me feel like I was always missing the gold star. From comments like. "...oh but you have such a pretty face..", to my grandma's favorite "..when are you going to reduce." LMAO. I've never been able to shake the feelings of not being quite good enough, not quite attractive enough.I always thought I was hot stuff:), but I felt like the world around me wasn't as easily convinced. Anyways I'm glad that the younger "fat girls" of today have heroes in Hollywood that are out there just like Paris Hilton(skinny biatch), that sans Paris Hilton also possess integrity. My only role model when I was younger was Miss Piggy...

and yes I loved that diva to death..shucks I was proud of any comparison.

Any way with this being the award season that belongs to Jennifer Hudson, America Ferrer, and Chandra Wilson I just think it's time we give it up to the big girls the one's that aren't a size 2-3, 4 ...etc...these women prove we all have place in this world even the surreal world of Hollywood.

HE'S BACK..THE TRUTH ACCORDING TO SEKOU

Well I told you I was holdong out hope against hope that Sekou wouldn't let me down, and with the following message from my friend I am a believer, but I'll let you decide for yourselves.....:

Secrets Revealed
Body:
Ok... now I can talk. I met with producers from Mindless Entertainment yesterday regarding my own project, and they gave me permission to discuss I.L.N.Y. You have to understand that I did sign a contract worth $1million if I revealed secrets from the show, so please relate to my privacy thus far. Things got twisted! 25 guys came to the hotel, 20 went to the mansion, 4 were sent home; and then there was me. Producers were so impressed with my look, style, and laid-back personality that they decided to use me for a role they had in mind before we all got there.... "Prince Charming." I was going to be the 'plot twist' (that her mother loved and introduced) that was brought in after half of the cast was eliminated. So while production began at the house, I was stuck in the hotel working out, eating room service, and having fun with friends. I was on 24 hour call, which means they could literally bring me in at any time. In fact, they told me to be ready later in that day a couple of times, only to be later told that the timing wasn't right. Once at about midnight they called and told me to be ready in 30 minutes. I had to put sex on hold, and get suited up, checked out and ready to go in for a elimination / introduction ceremony. I was in the car on the way to the house when producers decided the timing was still off, and I had to check back into the hotel... no sex. The show was filmed in about 3 weeks. I was in the hotel for 2 of them. I accidentaly ran into a few of the guys after they were eliminated and leaving the hotel. While these shows are airing now, imagine me living at a hotel rotating visitors. Finally they decided to stop paying me to party and sent me home. The producers decided the 'plot twist' would have been too much on the show. It was a compliment to me that the producers saw me as that character out of their nation wide casting, but I will not be seen on the show. I didn't think my involvement would be revealed at all, and I'm sorry for having to lead you all on. I'm not sure how you found out about me and it was awkward for me at first when myspace messages and friend requests got out of hand. I've enjoyed having fans through my athletic exploits, and entertainment pursuits. Understand that you still have reason to be a fan, because you will here from me soon. If I did get on that show I would have won it, but for my long term interest this situation will work out.

Thanks.

Sékou

Come on even Nv would have to agree that this is sincere(maybe she wouldn't). But anway my final judgement is Sekous was for real.I think the producers had an excellent plot twist and if this was the case they should have went with it!!!! But I do think that while he was waiting to play "Prince Charming" his bumping and grinding activities were shady, so maybe he didn't want to love NY**rubbing finger(shame,shame)** Well there you go ladies and gentlemen the truth according to Sekou..I stiill hope to see more of him in the future.

I Love New Yorkers uncensored...

I found this, and I think I've seen it before, but I don't know if you guys have. W/E, just WATCH it, bitches. And remember.....

...you're in the presence of Royal~T!!!

Breaking NEWS! Moesha the murderer!

Okay, so we all know Ray J rear-ended Kim Kardashian in their infamous sex tape.
What we did not know until now is that Ray’s sister, Brandy, rear-ended another car at 65 mph and caused a motorist’s death.
I've learned that Brandy, the R&B sensation, was involved in the fatal accident last month, and it appears to be her fault. It happened on December 30 on the 405 Freeway in Los Angeles.
Law enforcement sources say that Brandy was cruising in her 2007 Land Rover at 65 mph and did not notice that the cars in front of her had slowed considerably. Brandy’s vehicle struck a 2005 Toyota, which then hit a 1989 Toyota. The 2005 Toyota slid sideways and hit the center divider. As it came to a halt, it was struck by a 1988 Acura.
The driver of the 2005 Toyota was taken to Holy Cross Hospital in critical condition and died. Brandy, who joins Prison Break’s Lane Garrison in the club of troubled stars responsible for fatal accidents over the past few months, was not injured and the driver of the Acura suffered moderate injuries. Janice Dickinson was also rammed recently, but that was in a different car crash, don’t worry.
Poor Moesha.
Brandy was not placed under arrest and there was no evidence drugs or alcohol involved. Which is good, because as Nicole Richie has shown us recently, popping Vicodin and puffing the chronic to treat menstrual cramps doesn’t result in good vehicular safety.