I got behind with my Hot 10 list, so I’ll drop this one now and two more tomorrow to get back up to speed. WritersBlockMedia.net’s Hot 10…#8…Antonia Carter.
Toya Carter Hometown: New Orleans, LA What She Do?: Reality TV Star/Lil Wayne’s Ex-Wife & Baby Mama/Tiny’s Homegirl
Awhile back I wrote a letter to Toya, and my feelings for her haven’t changed very much. I watch the Tiny & Toya faithfully just to get a glimpse at Toya’s ghetto fine ass on a weekly basis. And don’t get me started on her Nawlins accent, you heard me. Yeah, she’s Weezy’s ex-wife, but I can look passed that. And she might be a little bit of a bopper, but I can live with that too. You can’t deny that fact that Toya Carter is a MILF. She’s like the pretty girl that grew up in the projects. It’s like, you don’t really want to go to her hood to see her, but she’s so fine, you’ll take the chance at Diddy boppin up to her house to pick her up (don’t act like I’m the only one that had these issues in high school). I won’t fault her for hanging out with Tiny, and lets forget about that whole rapping thing…Gentlemen and ladies, WritersBlockMedia.net’s Hot 10, #8…Toya Carter.
You know, my dude Charlamagne gets a bad rap, and that’s because he comes off as an asshole on the airwaves, but C. Tha God is actually one of the most intelligent brothers that I know, and that comes across better through his writing as opposed to his radio antics. For example, on his latest blog over at XXLmag.com, he wrote a piece on how people assume Nas doesn’t have money just because he’s not in the limelight as much as other rappers like Jay-Z or 50 Cent. But judging by the large amount of child support money Nas has been ordered to pay Kelis, it’s obvious that Nasir Jones has more money than you idiots think. He also goes on to talk about the world’s richest man Bill Gates Carlos Slim Helu, and how most people never heard of this guy, but he effin’ filthy rich. Anyways, it’s a good read, so hit the link below.
I don’t smoke, but for all of my herbivorous indulgers across the world, Happy 4/20. And for you squares that have no idea what 4/20 is…today is a worldwide holiday for marijuna smokers, you might not like it, but that’s just the way it is. So, for everyone taking off from work (that is if you even have a job) or taking a smoke break, I put together a video playlist for you to roll that ish, light that ish, and smoke it. It’s a celebration b!tches. Hit the jump and gon put one in the air…
Well, I’ll be damn. Freaknik (or Weaknik, as I’ve heard the term thrown around) really did go down in the A this weekend. Of course, I didn’t participate in the madness, but I heard small crowds did gather at a few spots, mainly Underground Atlanta and the pictures are here to prove it. According to the news story (here) the heavy police presence pretty much kept everything to a minimum, but just the fact that these monkey ass nuccas actually gathered in Atlanta in the name of Freaknik is a SMH-moment all in itself. I think I saw a Freaknik gather late Saturday night at Waffle House in College Park. Well, that or there were a lot of hungry ass nuccas out on Saturday, more so than usual, but I’m guessing it was a combination of the both.
Judging by the number of people that actually made their way to Atlanta for Freaknik 2010, I’m predicting Freaknik 2011 will increase in numbers, and no matter how much police muscle the new Mayor Kasim Reed can put on overtime, the city of Atlanta won’t be able to do much about it. Regardless, I’m just gonna keep my Boule ass home, or take a trip to the Carolinas for that weekend. Sorry, I just don’t want no part of Freaknik.
I don’t know how this whole thing started but my ex-internet girlfriend, the celebrity blogger Necole Bitchie, hit me on Twitter the other day saying I was a contestant on For The Love of Bitchie. Since that completely came out of the blue, I was kinda taken aback, and I really didn’t know what was going on. At first I thought Bitchie might have landed her own reality show, and since our on-again-off again/blocked-on-Twitter-again-unblocked-on-Twitter-again relationship is so made for TV, I thought she was telling me to get ready for my reality TV debut.
Well, I did some research and found out For The Love of Bitchie wasn’t a reality TV pilot (damn), but Necole did assemble a group of distinguished gentlemen (and myself) via her blog and Facebook fan page, and I nearly choked on my Smart Water when I saw my profile up there.
Sooooooo Beyonce’s pregnant? For real this time or what? Cause people start that rumor at least once a year. If it’s true, it’s about damn time, Hov. I woulda got her pregnant years ago.
