ATTENTION BLACK PEOPLE: There's more to life than fried chicken.

This damn aftermath of that "Earth Day" special that Popeye's chicken had will not go away. I CAN NOT take this video. Not at all. You all I usually go in EXTRA hard on coonery like this, but I don't feel the need to on this one. These people do themselves in.

ULTIMATE DOOM @ some of the quotes:

"People got kids dat dey tryna feed for the special and you mean to tell me that we can't feed our kids because ya'll didn't order enough chicken? Ya'll knew ya'll were having this special almost two months ago...and dat's wrong."

"They should've had a stockpile of chicken for this day."

"I was tryna feed my family tonight. Can't get that bucket in now."

"We've been looking forward to this day."

Is fried chicken really what's poppin in the streets? Like, is it really THIS serious?

Oh, and UGH! @ there being NOTHING but black folks in this "news" piece. I've been to Rochester before. They could've found some White, Asian, or Hispanic chicken-seekers.

I'm not dealing with this foolishness right now. Not at all.

Britney Spears has a daughter?

Sorry for the poor picture quality, but this is well worth it. This is photo of Britney Spears and her two little boys; it was snapped on the carpet of some D-list fashion event.

The first thing I noticed is that Britney looks -- better. She looks happy. She looks healthy. She has hair. I'm even go on record saying I honestly think there's a chance she's wearing underwear.

On the other hand, these boys of hers need some work. They're far too podunk and the little one on the ground looks like his name should be Amber.

Look at him: that hip cocked to the side, the left leg is fully extended, that right hand looks like it's in a snapping motion, that neck is bent, he's rocking those come hither bedroom eyes, and those lips are perched and pouty.

Is that a ponytail with a pink bow or is the pink logo on the backdrop peaking out under that hat? I can't really call it, his androgyny is in the way.

Yeah, I went in.

This Picture Is Waaaay Too Many Things

The stark contrast of the neon yellow against that dark skin of the one in the center. The atrocious Barney Rubble feet on the one on the right. The lip gloss that's poppin' on the one on the left...

I could go on.

I'm loving both of these pairs of sneakers.

Black Snake Skin and Suede Sneaker by Alejandro Ingelmo



Quilted High-top Sneaker by Marc Jacobs

Open Letter #5

Dear Somali Pirates:

Word on the street is that you all are mad three of your own were killed yesterday at the hands of the United States Navy. In fact, I heard that you people are so salty that you've vowed revenge against our country.

I suggest you hoes deal with it.

You bitches shouldn't have f*cked with something that wasn't yours in the first place. You see, America ain't these other p*ssy ass nations that you can run game on. Russia, France, Italy and company may sit down and hug it out with you, but we ain't them. They may ultimately end up giving you millions of dollars to release their citizens, meanwhile America sends in the goons and snuff you out, no problem.

Moral of the story: Stay in your lane and off our boats!

Signed,

Mr. Jones
Founding President
Coalition of Americans Sick of People Effing With Us

Sponsored By The Chronic

It's 5:47am pacific time and though I have a flight out of LAX at 9:50am, I'm awake listening to Drizzy and thinking about life. I'm thinking about how this homo thing is so damn superficial and often makes you feel so damn inadequate.

I don't care how many degrees you have, how big your heart is, how fantastic your job is, how great your apartment is, how much weight you've lost, or how handsome you are, the life really finds a way to make you feel like shit.

You can have the best personality, the prettiest smile, the hottest wardrobe, the best friends, the most supportive family and access to opportunities usually reserved for the most fortunate, we always seem to find a way to forget about how great our lives really are.

I'm also thinking that the club we went to tonight was off the chain and that Cali has some of the best bud I've ever had in my life.

Playing in the Background:

Say Whats Real - Drake

I'll Admit It. Drake Makes Me Feel Some Kinda Way

So, y'all know actor/signer/rapper Drake, right? If you don't already you can get familiar with him by clicking here and here. It should really be a f*cking international war crime for a 22-year-old half Black, half Jew from Canada to turn me on as much as this one does.

Not for nothing, but he really could get it on the strength of his adlibs begining at 2:03 on this track alone. The fact that he sings and raps well and seamlessly doesn't hurt his stock either. I wouldn't consider myself a Drake stan, but he better hope he never bumbs into me in Houston cus I'm gonna hold him to every word he said in this song.

**wipes up moisture and changes undies**

Anywho...the track that's playing is called "November 18th". It's on his mixtape called "So Far Gone". If you haven't downloaded it, do yourself a favor and get some Drake in your life. If this track doesn't tickle your fancy, you can rest easy. The mixtape is far more diverse than you would think.

Drake and I are 'bout to ride out and just cruise around Los Angeles until my homeboy gets off of work.

Say Hello To My Little Friend

The iPod Touch

"By far the best, most satisfying purchase I've made in 2009." - Mr. Jones