Showing posts with label fat things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fat things. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

2 Days Too Late But Why the Hell Not!

She started Soul Train with only a
glue stick, glitter and a limbo stick

I forgot to mention while it was still Black History month a touchy subject but I figured since it's now boring old Women's "Her-story" Month a.k.a. March that this post could very well work too. Gone are the days of women being forced to stay at home while being degraded. Now they are free to join the workforce and make sex tapes with hip-hop stars. I'm just saying that bitches have come a long way. So, please, ask me why that with all the advancements that women have made, especially black women, that they would go and let three assholes set them back to the days of mammydom. Of course, I am talking about Tyler Perry, Eddie Murphy and Martin Lawrence.

"I'm a good father."

The three of them have made a career out of dressing up in drag as fat black women to relative success. They are all multiple offenders. I think the Mrs. Doubtfire craze resonated and made it possible for them all because, as we all know, sassy black women are a hell of a lot funnier than deranged middle aged fathers pretending to be an old British woman so he can "play" with his kids. Mmhmm. All and all, when it comes down to it, I blame Eddie Murphy for starting America's love affair with tucked black penis.

"Sherman, Sherman, Sherman!"

Eddie really kicked off the movement with his multiple characters in the Nutty Professor. The only character he didn't play was that fat hamster. He played Sherman's force feeding mother and his foul-mouthed, sexually charged trashbag, er, I mean grandmama. To make matters worse, he goes on to make two more movies about that family of bowling balls. I mustn't forget his role as Raspusha in the movie Norbit, where Eddie made women proud to be fat, sassy and bikini-ready. Who the hell greenlighted this? I bet Maya Angelou crapped her Depends undergarments over this.

"How YOU doing?"

Oprah knew Gale would love this two piece on her.

Next we have Tyler Perry. Sheesh. That fool sure does love throwing his name out on the beginning of any damn movie or TV show he does. Tyler Perry 's This. Tyler Perry's That. Here's a good one, Rodrigo Reyes's Fuck off Tyler Perry. Out of all the fat black shemales, his is the worst. I'd like to think that I'm a good judge of character, well, physically that is. At least Martin and Eddie slap some latex masks on when they degrade themselves. All Tyler Perry does is put on a wig, glasses, lipstick and two sandbags for titties and voilĂ , Madea tranny trainwreck. How YOU doing?

Diary of an Angry Black Turd.

Lastly, we have Martin Lawrence. I know that there are a million things that I can say wrong about Big Momma like how she has Tyra Banks style calves but I'll refrain because I feel like out of all the 40something black dudes dressing up as women, he has the most integrity. A real air of sophistication. Martin gets a reprieve from my shit talking because he did something truly golden back in the 90's and that was the character of Shaneneh. Below is a clip of Shaneneh doing her thing.

That poor beach whale as seaweed on its head!

Go 'head now!

There is a lesson to be learned from all these he-shes and it sure ain't how to plug a weave properly. If there is anything to be learned from this, it is that black men want to be sassy old black ladies if only to ruin their reputations. With that said, honorable mention goes to the Wayans Brother for their award winning performance in White Chicks.

Dicksy Chicks

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Merry Christmas Claire Slover

Barf Slover using her landline in the rain


The Grinch Theme Song

You're a fat one, Mrs. Grinch.
You really like to squeal.
You're as cuddly as a cat's mess,
Your virginity, no one wanted to steal, Mrs. Grinch

You're a black banana with a greasy black peel.

You're a monster, Mrs. Grinch
Your butt is a big hole.
Your vagina's full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul, Mrs. Grinch.

I wouldn't touch you, with a black guy's nine-and-a-half inch pole.

You're a large one, Mrs. Grinch.
You can't even walk a mile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a crusty old pedophile, Mrs. Grinch.

Given the choice between the two of you I'd take the crusty old pedophile.

You're a foul one, Mrs. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty cunt.
Your cunt is full of unwashed cocks.
Your snizz is full of gunk, Mrs. Grinch.

The three words that best describe you, are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Cunt."

Friday, August 6, 2010

Arizona Sweet Tea

So yesterday, I was making simple syrup for the bar at work and it got me to thinking about my little brother Ralph. When I say little brother, I mean my 6'2'' 220lb college football player brother.

As we all know, simple syrup, is nothing more than sugar and water. Try and have a margarita without it, go ahead. Anywho, Ralph and I used to make sugar water and drink it all the time when we didn't have anything sweet in the house like redneck holy water, or, rather, mountain dew. It just seemed a lot faster and fatter than going to the corner store. Fast and fat? Now, if that's not an oxymoron, I don't know what is y'all. When I stop and think, sugar water is just like sweet tea, only, sans the tea. That explains fat southern, for sure.

One thing not surprising about this situation is the fact that Ralph and I wore "husky" jeans for a few years there in the early '90s a.k.a the Era of Andrea Zuckerman. Remember her? The editor of the West Beverly Blaze. That liar didn't even live in the school district! I digress. Wearing your shirt while swimming doesn't make anyone feel smaller but rather makes you stick out like a fat thumb. Thank God, he and I were able to get out of that shame spiral before we ended up shirtless in our underwear on the Maury Show, flopping around like Baby Jessica.

VW Cabriolet or 5 year old girl?

Notice the opposite use of acid wash jean shirt to pants.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Da Strip Club: an Education & Game!

So last week when I went to the strip club I thought of a great new game that guys and gals can play called GUESS WHICH STRIPPER/COCKTAIL SERVER IS PREGNANT! It's as fun as it sounds. So you walk into Jaguar's Gentlemen's Club and and try to distinguish between a few extra L-B's or a baby on board. Don't let the tranny slinging drinks and flinging 2 dollar bills at you distract you from the game at hand. You musn't let that sweet cheetah print carpeting distract you either. If you happen to be to be getting a lapdance and the hooker, er, stripper has her titties and torso against yours and you feel a kicking that ain't your penis tapping at your zipper, chances are she's packin' baby heat. Lastly, don't let any cigarette burns throw you off the trail because you know they will smoke until that water breaks.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Mo'Nique

First, let me say that Mo'Nique is heinous!




With America's most lovable chocolate boulder recently winning an Oscar, it reminded me that I sent Mo'Nique a message via her official fan page a little over a year ago. I figured that since it stated that "yes, this message actually goes directly to Mo'Nique", it was worth my time to write. This was all spurred by that vile VH-1 with all it's quality trash television that makes us feel better about being us and not them. Need I remind you of the tragedy of New York?

that ain't yo pineapple

After watching the Flavor of Love Girls: Charm School Reunion show and seeing Gross'Nique try to step to Larissa like she was going to beat her ass, it made me want to dropkick Mo'Ni into a volcano.


notice the use of yards of gold pleather, above

That hog loves to get preachy. Ooh, that bitch gets preachy! Who that bitch needs to be preaching to is her airbrusher. Sheesh! I decided to go online and watch clips of the fight that could have been between Mo'Ni and Larissa's mom. They both looked like the before and the before picture. Humongous. So while surfing the web I came across the link to her official fan page and then decided to drop her a line. You know, one of those hey girl emails.


Mo'Nique or Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon of Lil Kim?

I basically went off on her. I had to comment on the fact that she starred in a movie called Phat Girlz and blabbering on about loving her water-globe figure but yet she's airbrushed on the cover as not to appear fat. Well, I mean, as fat. I love that the movie's tag line is "Her dreams are about to get a whole lot bigger". I don't want to know about a movie where to large Lindas find the men of their dreams. It's barely believable when a quirky young white actress finds love on film let alone a tug boat with a weave. I also went off about her TV show The Parkers starring the incorrigible Countess Vaughn as mother and daughter.


I was shocked when I never recieved a follow up email. I mean how rude! That frieghtliner didn't even have the common courtesy to at least write FUCK YOU or EAT SHIT. Nope. Nothing. That's alright though. I'll remember that.


her armpit looks like a hippo vagina


No sense in dwelling on the past but while I'm at it, what the hell happened to Raven Symone? P-U!

that's so Raven!