What the HELL, 'Monae?!

Bad Boy future Dungeon Dweller artist Janelle Monae and a host of other ATLiens arrive on the red carpet at the opening of the Atlanta Ballet presentation of "BIG."
**flatlining slowly** I won't even waste my time, nouns, verbs, or adjectives to describe this fuck shit right here. I will let the post write itself while I remove my soul from the depths of my being and FedEx it to the Most High.

SavvyFatty...OUT!

**THIS JUST IN: IS IT TRUE?! COULD IT BE?!?! ME OH MY!...A HATER!!...like a Soft & Beautiful kiddy perm: JUST FOR ME!
Peep the ANONYMOUS (Silly coward! Anonymity's for kids!) comment rant of SavvyFatty's VERY FIRST hater! OH! FINALLY! After 28 years! My very first hater! Tis a date which will live in infamy! YAY ME!

*Sidenote: This hea' mah juke joint! If I don't like something, no matter WHAT its purpose, I have ZERO, ZILCH, and NO problem saying so! So...You can hate me NOW! **blows kisses**

Too "Close" for Comfort

Peep Ne-Yo playing the best straight role he could possibly squeeze from his diabetic veins performing on the set of Ne-Yo's new video, "Closer."


I won't say I'm a mind reader, but I'm sure if we could read his thoughts in this pic, they'd be saying something like: "Wow. I didn't know that being in close proximity to the female anatomy could make my boner get this cotton ball soft."

Ahhhh! Here's a position I'm sure he's MUCH more comfy in.

Why, 'Clef?!

So I guess ya boy Algernod wasn't doing a sufficient job of niggerin' up the industry by constantly showing the world his shit stain collectors...so the Player Haitian himself threw his bald spot in the ring to step up the coon game.

I'd expect this kind of tomfuckery from a 20-something. But once you've entered the second millenium of your life...it's time to faaalllll back and let the youngins' have the ig'nit shit. Whyyyyyy, 'Clef?!

Yay! Yo!

Maaann! I am GEEKED that MTV is starting to show eps of Yo! MTV Raps again. That was my SHIT back in '88 all the way up until the end in '95. It was a young Southern California Black girl's passport into a new world of Black music and culture.

I'll never forget the 30 minute weekday episodes that showed 5 videos or the hour long (YEAH!) weekend episodes where you'd get 10 whole videos.

Who can forget Fab Five Freddy? Cool as a cucumber, forever sportin' a hat and a pair of shades? And exposing me to the first set of charcoal lips my young eyes ever did see?

What about the the Ed Lover and that goofy look he'd get on his face, doing his dance to "The 900 Number" by DJ Mark the 45 King? Nunna nunna nunna nuh nuh nuuuuhhh or something like that ;-)

Or Dr. Dre (the fat one, NOT the West Coast producer) rockin' some of the first pair of men's double D's I ever saw when he jumped in the pool on the Spring Break edition of Yo!?

Remember T-Money? Todd-1? JEEEAAAHHHH!!

Who can forget the last episode, a television CLASSIC, when many hip hop heavyweights and Gods showed up to wish the show a fond farewell?


Peep more history and memorable moments here.

RIP Sean Levert

Here's an excerpt from Sean Levert's obituary, featuring pics and words from his wife, Angie. This is sweet. R.I.Pigsfeet Sean LeVert!

Wow! I had no clue he had a wifey at the time of his death. I just thought he was some sorry azz baby daddy running around, tucking his "Casanova" bucks from his baby mamas.

And from the pics below, it ain't hard to tell which kid wasn't eatin' off that "Just Coolin'" dough.
What's up with lil' mama lookin' like the Khia and Godfather of Soul bumped uglies in the backseat of a 1987 Aries K-Car? Looks like she mighta been in jail strapped up right next to pops. Damn.