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The Hookmaster
The news is disheartnening. I’m really upset about Nathaniel Hale. I have always called him “The Hookmaster”, his voice on any chorus improves that song and it’s street cred (at least) 10 fold. That’s the beauty of Nate Dogg– the ability to sing the raunchiest sh*t without
a. You realizing it
b. You even caring
c. You, as tone deaf as you most likely are, not “singing” along
Without further ado, allow me to present The Hookmaster’s Top 5.
5. Snoop Dogg Feat. Nate Dogg & Dr. Dre- Lay Low (NSFW)
“The Back-yawrd is whurr we get are scrwrap awn”
4. Dr. Dre Feat. Snoop Dogg, Kurupt & Nate Dogg- Next Episode
Holdup–WAAAAIIIIIT was belted out just when you thought the song was done. A hell of an adlib if there ever was one. Definitely contends Jim Jones’ “Ballllinnnnnn!”.
3. Nate Dogg- I Got Love
Zuit Suit? Check.
Bright pink feather to insert in hat? Check.
Cane not actually used to prop you up with gold tip? Check.
Gold teeth to match? Check.
Old English? Check.
Old Spice? Check.
This, my friends, is the soundtrack to a night on the town. Or at the Players Ball.
2. Tupac Feat. Nate Dogg, Top Dogg & The Outlawz- All About U
How could you not want to be a groupie with a voice like that?
1. Warren G Feat. Nate Dogg- Regulate
As far as many are concerned, this is the only song G ever had. No one really realizes what this entire track is about– they’re too busy caught up on the hook. And who can blame ‘em?
-Bonus-
Ludacris Feat. Nate Dogg- Area Codes
Never has the word “Hoes” sounded so sweet. Sang it so much, I started to believe I had numerous hoes in different area codes who liked my handsome face. I was 718.
Snoop Dogg Feat. Nate Dogg, Kurupt, & Warren G- Ain’t No Fun (Definitely NSFW)
Not even going to try & explain my way out of this one. I know (and recite) every single word in this song. In my defense, Nate is the lead off, and it’s hard to turn it off after that. I recognize it is a rap classic, and that is all you need to know.
Amazing talent. Hip Hop Legend. He will truly be missed.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
NY Rep. Christopher Lee Wants You To Know He Sexts Too
Everyone Looks The Same To Me.
Christopher Lee Sexting
Atlanta sicko sexter Eddie Long.
Craigslist, notorious playground for psycos, stalkers &…sexters spawned this NY rep. to deliver a topless picture of himself to…a W4M.
Christoper Lee is a 46 year-old Buffalo area Republican who
-Takes pride in his graying chest hair
-Likes to take photos in front of his children’s completed puzzles
-Wants you to admire his bulging flex.
Or growing fist pump.
Or b*tchin’ bod.
If I had a bottle of pasta sauce that was being troublesome, I wouldn’t nominate he open it for me.
No worries, buffalo in Buffalo, he resigned and apologized immediately after the pics & “flirty” e-mails were released. The 34 year-old unidentified recipent was looking to get herself stuffed inside someone’s freezer by using Craigslist for proof the creepesters men on the site did not “look like toads”.
Instead of just announcing himself as “I’m married Rep. Christopher Lee. My pic is up on my site that ends in house.gov, so you know I’m legit. That’s me in front of the White House. If you like, press yes if you think I don’t look like a toad.” He chose to wow her. With this. And his use of the most nauseating emoticon 
“”Hope I’m not a toad. i’m a very fit fun classy guy,” he wrote. “6ft 190lbs blond/blue. 39. Lobbyist. I promise not to disappoint anyone but my family and my constituents. And my district.”
(Quote courtesy NY Daily News)
Certainly these types of scandals are not new because of the internet. They’re everybody’s business because of the internet.
Mission accomplished. I’m glad he looks up to people who too have walked similar roads, like former NY rep Eric Massa.
“W. 19. Black/Dark Brown. I hoe I don’t look like a toad.”
Love,
*Ms. Officer
State of the Union Address = WTF
Or, “Winning The Future”.
For the everyman, this is a real-time account of President Obama’s State of the Union Address. This goes according to the ABC Sawyer/Stephonouourihsfsous airing. Just in case he “speaks too well, and is too well spoken.”
Everyone sat together. There were no partisan seats, just race mixing. For one night only, everyone was friends. Best Friends.
@9:00 This entrance is missing a robe & boxing gloves.
@9:15 ABC has got to get their graphics in front of the right people. That’s not a man.
@ 9:21 Does Joe Biden look like he just came back from partying? Is his tie not crooked?
@ 9:21″Don’t worry if China has more math people than anyone else and (naturally) the world’s fastest computer, we’re still #1. Those same kids come to our colleges. And Chinatown.”
@ 9:21 “We need to out educate everyone. Especially China.”
@ 9:22 What is Biden looking at? Who is he sending forehead wrinkle signals to?
@9:24 Could Rubio look more disinterested? Could he pretend he’s happy this is not in Spanish?
@ 9:26 Sen. Thune (North Dakota) looks like a piece of wood. In his defense, a tan piece of wood.
@ 9:28 
@BarackObama We will move forward together, or not at all—for the challenges we face are bigger than party and bigger than politics. #SOTU
@ 9:29 The winner of the science fair gets his ass kicked by the winner of the Superbowl. I’m afraid we can’t have both.
@9:34 Boehner is gonna blend in with the seat. Perhaps he thought if he tanned enough he could just close his eyes and get away with sleeping.
@9:36 This woman couldn’t wait to say “that’s me”
@9:37 These small businesses are gonna make a killing from all this free advertising
@9:38 “The fastest way to move information is by using Facebook.”
@9:38 “The Koreans, Russian & Chinese are outpacing us. Oh sh*t.”
@9:39 Ray LaHood does not look happy about that stab. He prob wishes he answered that text from Barack earlier.
@ 9:30 “You can video chat, but only if both you guys have Macs.”
@9:44 I’m sorry Biden, is there somewhere else you’d rather be?
@9:45 ” If you have an improvement or addition to the heath care plan, voice it & we’ll work on it right now. Otherwise, stfu.”
@9:53 Boehner was not happy about that “tax the millionaires” comment. He’ll demonstrate his fury by changing colors. Activate, brown leather seat skin:
@9:56 “I’m vetoing all bullsh*t.”
@9:58 Cut to the Black army woman, NOW!
@9:59 If they didn’t stand, they didn’t believe that.
@10:03 2 nappers in the last 2 minutes. One’s sitting next to McCain!
@10:04 Hah! McCain gave him up on Twitter! Udall!
@10:10 Biden fist pumped! I knew he’d come through
@10:10 Boehner wept because he swept the bar…then danced on it
@10:11 I’m surprised it took Boehner an hour to cry
@10:12 That’s Big sh*t poppin, & lil sh*t stoppin’
And give it up for Michelle, who looked stunning, as usual:
Many ciritics said his speech was “boring” & “tepid”. I didn’t get any of that. It just wasn’t a Prince concert. But maybe that’s what everything looks like coming down off of a cocaine-induced high.
A summation:
-Jobs? Check.
-Security? Check.
-Clean Air & Energy?
-Health Insurance? Check.
-Battling Chinese? Check.
All in all, I’d say this was a slam dunk for the Pres.
Wap.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
M.L.K. Day- ESPN Town Hall Meeting
M.L.K.
Here is a reposting of ESPN’s Town Hall Meeting- Image of The Black Athlete that aired on Friday night.
Filmed at the Ebenezer Baptist Church in ATL. If you’ve never been, go. No words can translate standing there.
During various [Insert Black College Extracurricular Group Here], we discussed this topic time & time again. “The current state of Black [Insert noun here].” More often than not, these meetings turned preach-y & accomplished less than intended. ESPN did a good job of not careening onto that rocky road.
Pt. 1
Pt. 2, Starring Marion Jones’ hair:
Pt. 3
I really wish they’d use more than John Legend’s version of Wake Up. Certainly there is more uplifting Black score to choose from.
Pt. 4
Spike Lee was a great addition to this panel. The fact that his eyebrows are always up adds to his effect.
Pt. 5
Pt. 6
Pt. 7
I love Jalen Rose. He’s turning into that uncle. I also like that he says “afletes”
Pt. 8- @ 2:30 Wilbon hit it right on the top of Gucci’s Ice Cream tattoo:
Pt. 9- -The stat @ 6:24 is horrifying.
@ 10:05 Wilbon, again, makes a great point
Pt. 10
Those education statistics were dismal. If they were, indeed, a lie, go forth young Blacks, get educations, and disprove them.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Gift-Ism
I was reminded that the Holiday season was upon a couple of weeks ago, thanks to:
1. A fat subway rider
2. An amazing young man
My iPod was knocked from my pocket by the former, and into the train tracks of the Southbound A train at Jay St. (Downtown Brooklyn) as I walked over to meet my mother.
A string of obscenities and 2 token booth clerk visits later, I was munching on half of a red velvet cupcake completely cross–I was more annoyed that I was wasting my mother’s time. The clerk clicked her insanely long red & green nails & swiveled her neck, clearly annoyed that I’d asked for her help her to call someone who could actually help.
During the 45-minute wait for transit workers to come from 14th street– another A pulled up and I asked the conductor what I should do. He was really sweet, suggesting that had they still allowed people to kill themselves not changed the rules, he would’ve jumped down there & gotten it. As I’m speaking, a teenage boy appeared next to me. The A scoots down the tunnel & he approaches.
“Did your iPod fall?”
“Yes” (I frown)
“The same thing happened to me last week. The workers said they’d take an hour to come from 14th street then.”
“What did you do?”
“I jumped down there & got it. I’ll get yours if you like”
(Mouth agape) “No! Omg noooo! The people are coming!”
(My mother) “Well, be careful. Nothing is coming”
Before I knew it the young Negro was in the tracks, iPod retrieved. All the while I’m scrambling on the platform. Squealing. Worst. Thirty. Eight. Seconds. Evar.
Back to safety, he smiled and handed it over, then returned to where he was sitting.
Beaming, I walked back over to him and thanked him even more. I offered him some money, but he politely refused. More than once. I almost wept.
Barely 5 minutes later, flashlights illuminate the other end of the tunnel. The transit workers have arrived. I bound down the platform to call the search & rescue off. One of them (older Spanish-y Italian-y man) walks over & asks me why. I hold up the Mp3 player & relay the story, after which he arrives at this conclusion:
“A man’ll do anything for a pretty woman.” He inched closer. I walked away.
With that said, we’ve had so much Black Friday, Cyber Monday, & Chinese Tuesday talk, I figured…
Why not provide you with a list of stuff I could actually use?
These are things I wouldn’t necessarily buy for myself, but would love as a gift.
In no particular order:
-A Jets Snuggie Pillow.
Not the actual Snuggie though, it might give me epilepsy.
I like the J-e-t-s a lot, and wouldn’t mind having a constant reminder of that on my bed.
-Flirty Girl Fitness.
For some reason I love sh*t like this.
-Hip Hop Abs
Obviously a fat cow, I need it.
-A Book
Not just any book, this book. I love coffee table litchrachure, and this is a perfect addition.
-Anything sold in any infomercial. Especially:
Easy Feet. Any one who has known me in the Summertime knows my feet collect obscene amounts of dirt because I fancy dragging them around in flip flops. This will help me clean them, minus cracking my neck in the shower.
- 
Not just anything from there, I want the entire thing. The franchise. It is my dream to one day at least own (a) Sephora. It has held the spot as my number 1 favorite store since I discovered it in Paris on my 13th birthday, before it made its E.E.U.U. debut. Why is America so behind? This is one European import that doesn’t stink.
If you can’t buy the entire Sephora for me, this will do (sigh)
What’s on your wishlist?
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Kanye West Vs. Matt Lauer?
Not necessarily expecting a “vs.” in between those two names. Nonetheless…
Whenever news anchors do that “sit-down-and-lemme-explain-to-you-what-the-f*ck-I-had-to-deal-with-here-before-I-introduce-every-clip” thingy, it usually means it wasn’t good.
Or was bizarre.
Orgionally I wanted to file this under “Hilarity”, but then I didn’t want to diminish what Kanye was saying, because he had some valid points.
But a lot of it was funny.
It starts @ :28 when Bush plunks his hands on the table beside the glass of water he’ll soon put his teeth in to demonstrate just how frustrated he was with Mr. West.
It ends @ :55 when Lauer points all the sh*t that has went miserably, extremely, disgustingly wrong in Bush’s 8 year dictatorship of this country.
When it was released last week that Bush named Kanye’s outburst as his most damming moment as president, that should’ve set off a loud f*ckin alarm to, like, everyone to not vote the whole f*cking House red.
Kanye shouldn’t have apologized just because this raisin came on the Today show 5 years after Katrina, still whining about what the rapper/producer said. When Ye made that statement, he hit the nail on the head– the country was teeming with frustration -the blatant disrespect & disregard shown to the people of New Orleans & the Gulf states- who were trapped while Bush was doing this:
Cutting cake on an Air Force Base with a f*cking fossil.
I’ve never been President.
BUT
I gather there are some instances where you’ve gotta stop whatever the f*ck you were doing & tend to the country. They include:
- More crop circles
- Another Fantasia album
- 1/3 of your empire is under f*cking water and no one can do anything about it.
Maybe it’s just me.
What’s most notable about this entire ordeal is that Lauer still thought Kanye would return for their Thanksgiving-y show in a couple of weeks.
Any moron with two peanuts in their brain could gather that after this performance this would not happen. Just to be sure, Kanye Tweeted it this morning.
Lesson:
- West shouldn’t have apologized
- The Taylor footage obviously struck a nerve
- In Kanye’s defense, Meredith was a little witchy at the end.
- This many Black people have never cared about the Today Show. Ever.
There. It’s settled.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Ms. Officer Featured on JeffPearlman.com
‘s Blog!
If you missed this, you were one of 2 places:
1. Doing crack
2. Somewhere weeping with Wade Phillips
Jeff Pearlman is an amazing author, and if you don’t know who he is, I suggest you grab one of those real-life paper things with the funny black letters you didn’t type on it. He’s written a few.
Or you can Google him.
Anywho, I wrote a piece on who the next Rock N’ Roll Hall of Fame inductee should be– and made my bid for Jigga Jigga, ya heard?
Who do you think belongs in the Rock-N-Roll Hall of Fame?
And yes, I’m well aware of the 25 year rule. And I chose to disrespect it.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Operation Get Paterson Out Of Here: The Rent Is Too Damn High Party
There’s a Gubernatorial race going on in New York.
A simple vie for a political seat has turned into a night at Mandalay Bay.
But now, it’s no longer a sh*tty catfight, thanks to this guy:
He is Jimmy McMillan. Part ‘Nam war vet, Part insanity. 100% awesome.
He also bears a striking resemblance to America’s favorite vet,
I thought Cuomo had my vote all sewn up. Now, my friends, we’ve got ourselves a race.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Friday Delight: The Astronomical Kid- Stop Looking At My Moms
I ain’t hardly nobody’s mom. But how cute is this?
The Astronomical Kid, or Brian Bradley as he is known to his “moms” absolutely killed this ’80′s-ish beat…clearly born way more recently than that.
Thanks again to Dawnie & Turkey for this vid. The B35 is Those houses are definitely a trademark of East Flatbush. I love this kid’s message– it’s what all Black women everywhere want to say to thirsty a** dudes.
Besides, I smell a hit.
How is it possible that a little kid understands what most grown men don’t?
(More of the kid below)
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Why “The View” Is F**ked, Reason #786 (The Bill O’Reilly Edition)
Bill O’ Reilly was on “The View” this morning. This is what happened.
What a mess.
No doubt the Mosque issue is a sensitive one.
Bill O’Reilly is a frozen head from 1760 polarizing figure. You have to watch him to know what he’s saying, but not for too long, you’ll lose brain matter. No matter the topic, he will find a way to dredge up the brimstone in you. Unless, of course, you’re Dipset.
The View is composed of a bunch of cackling b***hes.
Like oil and water, or like whatever two elements you mix together to go “BOOM!”, it should have already been known
by the talent booker
by the producers
by the doorman
by O’ Reilly’s nose hairs
that this was going to get out of hand.
Whoopi was out of pocket during Mel KKK Gibsongate, and now this. Even though O’Reilly is a sh*tty, sh*tty person– it was still an interview. Her and the older Ginger shouldn’t have walked out. The audience seemed confused too– they cheered @ 1:36, then again when Thelma & Louise Ginger & Dread walked off of the stage. You can’t agree with both. This only tells me that the audience is comprised of exactly what I thought it was: squirrel monkeys.
Whatever.
The bigger issue here is why Whoopi looks pregnant.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Miami PD Says Jay-Z Is A Gangbanger. And Draws A Picture Of It
So Jay-Z’s raps reflect… Jay-Z. Especially then.
But, like, in September, Jay accomplished a tiny feat… one you might have heard of:
Shawn Carter came a long way. The Beyonce is also married to him.
Not to say that
a.) America’s rich do not commit crimes
b.) Sharing a Forbes cover with Warren Buffet makes one any less of a criminal (if one does, indeed, participate in criminal activity)
c.) Being on a Forbes cover at all automatically vindicates one of any wrongdoing (In fact, it’s probably what got them there in the first place)
but this sh*t is definitely wrong.
Good F*ckin Grief.
This is only a stark reminder that racism, stereotyping, racial profiling, prejudice, biggotry, and a Jim Jones/Jay beef are still very much alive and prevalent.
or
That a gang comprised of 2 Jay-Zs, a Mexican crossdresser, an Asian & a bat-wielding Ginger kid is coming to get you.
Miami might be mad with the Jiggaman,
-Perhaps he’s disrespected their night club couches a time or two
-Perhaps he had a hand in Dwayne Wade’s preseason injury
-Perhaps he’s actually be a law-abiding citizen who no longer rolls with entourages that blow weed every where they go and carry an artillery with them.
-Perhaps he owns property in Miami, which allows him to pay taxes there, which allows those very policemen to protect Jay-Z from…Jay-Z
-Perhaps he’s a successful Black man who capitalized on the American Dream.
-Perhaps they’re still mad at him for this:
Whatever the case may be, the Miami Police Department removed the banner from their website. It’s too late, it already lives on the “internets”.
MPD Spokesperson Naiper Velazquez they were going to contact the IT department to find out who drew this with KidPix the picture’s origins.
I wonder where?
Why Kobe’s A Toolbox: Reason #764
Who doesn’t love good sh*t talking in Sports? They’re games for crying out loud!
However
It becomes a different animal when Kobe Bryant does it. No matter how tall or small the insult.
Perhaps if he wasn’t
-Worshipped
-Italian-y
-(Sigh) a great ball player (Pause)
-Dropped of all charges
-Irreversibly cocky
This wouldn’t sound like it does.
It’s also reminiscent of a time long before Jason Kidd & Tony Parker shared a commercial, and Kidd said the only thing Parker Frenchie could do better than him was…speak French.
This, of course was just about 10 years ago, and although not that bad of a comment, sounded worse because it was not too long after Beatergate.
And then there’s this.
Note: The Kobester did say he was better One on One
I bet.
Love,
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The Social Network Was F*cking Good
Tonight, my roommate Turkey and I just finished watching “The Social Network”.
Like average citizens, we waited until opening weekend.
Like average citizens, we bought our tickets and overpriced death accelerators movie snacks.
Like average citizens, I watched a toothless woman shuffle out of the stall I was waiting on tell me there was no more toilet paper we waited on line to use the bathroom after the film was done.
I can’t do it.
-At least-
The Social Network was f*cking good.
Admittedly, this theater visit was fulled by my love for Justin Timberlake. I returned with much more.
This is the story of the “Mark Zuckerberg Production”, in college at the same time I was. The world’s youngest Billionaire and his closest friend invent a pop culture phenomenon the internet’s coolest stalking device. It attracts the attention of Sean Parker -co-conspirator of Shawn Fanning- the brains behind Napster who went to Northeastern (my f*ckin school) a decade earlier.
Even though I didn’t feel like punching someone in the mouth because I sat still for two hours, the thoughts that had been lurking in my subconscious darted to the forefront.
What the f*ck am I doing?
There I sat.
The wee months of 2004.
Nicole Vazquez‘s Harvard dorm room.
Her 7,000th time hammering me to “Get on Facebook” (then, only open to Boston-area college students and not any f*cking weirdo with an internet connection, a mirror, & a cameraphone) After refusing so much,
on try 7,001 I signed up, and never looked back.
There were no outlandish differences between Mark Zuckerberg and myself. Save his computer programming skills, my mind (minus the 1600 SAT score) works similarly.
It has only been a couple of years since I left college, yet the angst of graduating into an unstable economy still haunts me. For the longest time, I thought I was crystal clear on the career path I’d chosen, having found a love for it while at Northeastern.
Just about all of my work experience has been in this one field and, as you can imagine, going from wanting to do something so bad, then not wanting to do it at all is sh*tty harrowing. It also f*cks with your head. What I do now is not my career. What I have to say about my job is not important. Though I feel I certainly should be farther along in it.
I’m agitated by the rat race of the MTA, the disgusting guys who hang out on corners and ask if I “put lip gloss on them sh*s”, and not being able to find a decent vegetable in a Black neighborhood that hasn’t been soaked in Mazola.
I can’t do it.
I once had dreams of going to law school. This was recently echoed in a conversation with an obnoxious friend by the name of Shane Dayqwanna Lloyd.
He’s in grad school at Brown, learning about lobotomies & how to perform them with chopsticks.
Shane: “Well didn’t you wanna go back to school? All of your friends are back in higher education. Why aren’t you??”
Me: “This is something I need to be sure of before I dig myself deeper into the sh*tter with Sallie Mae. And 3 more years.”
Shane: “Well, you’re not getting any younger. And you’re kinda smart. It’s time for you to move up to the Ivy leagues.”
Me: “Ass*ole.”
Of course I can’t immediately think of anything I’d like to do, but I know what I don’t want to be:
-This
-Manure scooper
-Prostitute
-Problem Drinker
-African American Haberdasher
-Police Officer
-Accountant
-Anything having anything to do with math, counting, sequences, or even saying numbers
-Anything involving Pee-Wee Herman. Or Fantasia.
Zuckerberg’s character noted he “couldn’t” go back to Caribbean night at Alpha Epsilon Pi.
I can’t do it either.
I have the passion. I have the talent. I have the intelligence. And I want to invent some widely successful & popular sh*t.
There’s something greater I’ve got to get.
As quoted from my (very Jamaican) father to me in our conversation last week:
“Where do I go from here?”
Love,
*Ms. Officer
Ring The Alarm: Bishop Eddie Long Accuser Jamal Parris Speaks Out, Finally
Good Grief.
At first I didn’t want to touch this, but
after watching this video:
1st: Don’t trust any Negro outside of 1988 with a Jheri Curl.
2nd: Don’t trust any Negro donned in UnderArmour who doesn’t actually f*ckin play football.
3rd: Don’t trust any grown Negro who takes pictures of himself in a bathroom (I hope those are his flip-flops)
4th: Does this remind anyone (else) of Lil’ Wayne & Baby?
5th: Don’t trust any Negro whose last name is Long & accused of sexually abusing 4 (& possibly more) teen boys & “pulls out” of a Tom Joyner interview that could’ve possibly helped him.
Yikes.
I really do hope this whole thing isn’t true. But damn.
Where’s Chris Hansen when you need him?
Love,
*Ms. Officer
How Reggie Bush Became History’s 1st Negro to Be Stripped of the Heisman
He’s the 1st winner in history to be stripped of the title, and he’s a negro.
There is no other way to portray Reggie Bush giving back his Heisman Trophy than with a montage.
It’s how one describes all of life’s monumental events.
Bush as a junior at USC. Smiling like the Cheshire Cat because he hasn’t paid for sh*t in the last year.
The house that scandal built. Or some weird sports memorabilia guy named Michael Michaels (warning sign #1) who let Bush’s parents move in rent-free after they have financial troubles. Michaels also tries to strong arm them into his business. It doesn’t work.
Here they are in 2005 at the award ceremony. The Heisman’s running away already.
Shiftee like Onyx at the 2006 NFL Draft. He goes #2. The other one who kinda looks like him but less attractive, Vince Young, goes #3.
Reggie meets hooker. Things go awry.
Until
The man in the gray finishes caressing his chest and kisses him New Orleans Saints win the Superbowl. No one’s thinking about illegal NCAA gifts now.
Reggie & Hoochie call it quits.
But he gets tangled up with other pointless hoe, Amber Rose. Rose & Kardashian get into a “Twit-fight”.
Then came last week.
Yahoo! Sports conducted an interview with the running back where Bush said quote:
“I’m not even thinking about that. I haven’t gone that far. Here we are the day before the biggest game of the new season [the Saints play host to the Vikings in the NFL opener Thursday], and that’s where my focus is…
Translation:
[Insert 5-letter noun here]z ain’t even worried ’bout that sh*t. [Insert 5-letter noun here]z thinkin’ bout this big ass game tomorrow.”
Saints went on to beat the Vikings, 14-9 in the NFL season (and their home) opener.
Said Reggie via his own ReggieBush.com yesterday afternoon:
I will forever appreciate the honor bestowed upon me as a winner of the Heisman. While this decision is heart-breaking, I find solace in knowing that the award was made possible by the support and love of so many. Those are gifts that can never be taken away.
Translation:
“Ain’t really sh*t I could do about this. You can’t get all that sh*t you gave me back anyway! Besides, [Insert 5-letter noun here]z got a Superbowl Ring, so I could give a sh*t. My bad USC.”
I think we can all concur on how appropriate this is.
Love,
*Ms. Officer
