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Tuesday, 12 October 2010

Revenge of the Hasbeen - The Return of Raz-B

Yesterday I was gassin' to my bitches and she found a video on worldstarhiphop.com of  ex-B2K member Raz-B a.k.a DeMario Monte Thornton. 

Now B2K have been over for a good while now -it's one of them ones where they've been over so long that there is no way in hell that they could be relevant again -but of course the rejected members are still trying to hold on to their last shrivel of fame -Raz-B especially. 

Basically, in the video that he posted on WSHH he was having a phone conversation with Marques Houston and being the fully certified dickhead that he is, he decided to film it  and post it on the web ¬_¬ -some people just don't learn. 

So anyway, this prick is yelling at MH asking why his former band mate Omarion went on the radio and told everyone how Raz-B had Bi-Polar Disorder and was taking pills for it when he apparently doesn't (not being funny but if you watch this video you will just look at him and his crazy eyes and think 'are you sure about that?). I actually had to roll my eyes right back into my head when the words left his mouth. First off, why the FUCK are you media stalking Omarion, these times you two aint even friends no more and secondly, why are you calling Marques if OMARION said it. Shit don't make no sense! 

So the conversation escalates and true to form Raz-B brings up the sexual abuse allegations which sprouted when B2K first broke up. Some of you may remember the last time he pulled this stunt to scrape some attention and  how it backfired and made us lose respect for him. 

So now he's on the phone yelling at Marques about violating him when he was younger -what that has to do with Omarion and the bi-polar issue I have no idea - and he is WILDIN' OUT like some any bitch. You know them ones where you can see his masculinity running away from him; it's a sad sad sight. 

Long story short, Marques locks off the phone and leave Raz-Bitch to yell at the dial tone. I for one don't understand why he picked up the phone to that crazy ass in the first place, these times any interaction we ever hear between Raz B and the world is always on some next bullshit.

The last time we heard from Raz, he was exposing his former manager (and cousin might I add) Chris Stokes for molesting the boys when they first formed B2K and he filmed a conversation between them, along with his brother Ricky Romance, where Chris allegedly apologised for doing such immoral things to them. A few weeks after the video was released another one comes out with Raz playing best friends with Chris -the man that apparently destroyed his life - leaving a restaurant hugged up and claiming that they were cool again -apparently Chris gave him some money. He even retracted his molestation allegations ¬_¬ #IsThisLife. 

Now call me stubborn, but if someone sexually abuses me I'm not looking to beg friend with them cause they gave me money, especially not if I'm a dude. You can't open up my bumhole and expect forgiveness, FUCK YOU! Things like that will get a man SHOT #DontRageMe

Raz-B is a wanker and he needs to stop telling the world about how he got abused just so he can get fame and a few bucks. 

If you want to see the fuckery this eediat is going on with then click the link below.

That's all for now
...Love Scotty

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

What the frig I think of the X-Factor hype

Hey dudes and dudettes =), hope all of you are enjoying this bad ass British weather as much as I am ¬_¬. 

So yeah, basically since I've been up everyone is talking about X-Factor so I thought, hey I'm blogging now so why don't I have a little moan about it too.

Now, the main thing that we've all been bitching about is the fact that Gamu didn't get through. 
Can you believe the cheek! 
I was proper sitting there in front of my TV predicting who was gonna make it to the live shows like say my name is Mystic Meg, and then Cheryl told Gamu how she's not gonna take her through. I wanted to dash the remote at her forehead! I wasn't only annoyed because Gamu genuinely deserved a spot, but because Cheryl -like some fully certified dick-head -put Katie What's-her-face through. 

Bruv, don't rage me! 

Katie messed up her first audition but she put herself back in the running at bootcamp. Now she makes it to Cheryl's house with them friggin polka-dot ostrich feather eyelashes and a friggin' umbrella in her hand, fucks up possibly one of the easiest songs to sing, and Cheryl says yes. 

o_O Is this life?

So as if Gamu didn't get parred off enough by having Cheryl just CRUSH her hopes and dreams, I'm hearing she's getting deported. 
If this girl knows that she is living here ILLEGALLY then please tell me WHY she thoght it was a good ideo to make her existence known on TELEVISION? She obviously didn't think this through. 
What, did she think that if she made it onto the show immigration would low her or something ?
¬_¬ Like babes,you're good, but you aint THAT good.

Surprise surprise, Cher got through even though she didn't sing (cause we didn't see that coming ¬_¬). 
I'm not being funny, but I actually don't care that Cheryl put her though. I'm still gassed from her first audition (yeah I said it) and I'm interested to see what she comes up with next (hopefully some new eyebrows cause them crooked facepaint ones she's working with are NOT doing it. This bitch is walking around looking like The Rock for no damn reason).

The only good decision Cheryl made that day was telling Treyc to sling her hook. You know them ones where I couldn't even hear what the girl was singing because her weave was offending my eyes. All I kept thinking is 'bitch, you are on NATIONAL TELEVISION with your hair looking like that! Don't rage me.'

I saw one interview on Facebook with that Anastasia girl who also got booted off, and she was gunning Cher and Katie. What a way to look like a hater. Ok so you didn't get through, let's be honest, even if you did, you wouldn't win. I wouldn't vote for you. Cheryl gets no rating for putting those Katie and Cher through, but I don't think she was wrong for letting you go, you don't have the X-Factor. 
I mean seriously, bitching to the SUN! How tacky is that!?! Count your losses and move the fuck on!

Let me say this from now, the only judge that made all the right decisions was SIMON. All of his acts are sick.  
One Direction are like a mini gang of Justin Beibers and Zac Efrons which will get these little girls GASSED. I was feeling their version of Natalie Imbruglia's 'Torn' (I love the little curly hair one). 
Belle Amie are quirky and every member can sing, which is always a plus. 
As for F.Y.D....well they're good, but they don't have a shot in hell at winning cause they're not hot enough (that's not even me being a jerk, that's just life).

I'm not gonna get into Dani's or Louis's categories too tough, because if the acts don't fuck up their chances, then their mentors will. I mean they have already started screwing it up for them. 
Dani made Mary Byrne look like the fucking Vicar of Dibley, and Louis made Storm Lee look like the DEVIL -WHY IS HIS HAIR CRAYOLA CRAYON RED?  
Also, Aiden Grimshaw needs an excorsim because I don't understand why he has those creepy child molester spasms when he sings.

I don't care enough to report on the rest of them.

That's all for now.

...Love Scotty

Monday, 4 October 2010

Periods: The gift and the curse

OK, so I actually came up with something to gas about like 2 seconds after my gay ass welcome note: PERIODS!

Now you may be thinking 'Why is this object of sheer awesomness choosing to talk about this crap' and I'll tell you why...because I can! =)

So any who, I was thinking about the dreaded monthly cycle and the way we females just par it off when really and truly we should be thanking it -bare with me this is actually going somewhere. 

'Why should we thank our period?' you say; well I'll tell you why.

Scenario 1

I'mma take it back to them secondary school days. You're at school walking around like you're spice with your new hairdo (you know dem ones with the cornrows at the front with the bobbles dangling from the ends, the fan in the middle tied up with one next piece of ribbon and a few lollipops in the side, and two bunches at the back...yeah dat lol) and you realise that you have a P.E. lesson coming up later that day. P.E. = exercise = sweat  = your hair looking sheggid on the way home, or if you had one of them gassed schools like me your P.E. lesson may =swimming = water = your hair is written off for the rest of the week! 
Now let's not gas, black women don't like to get their hair fucked after we spent all that time gelling down our baby hairs that same morning, so this is where the period came in handy. 
You rolled up in that lesson clutching your stomach and gassed up the P.E. teacher 'bout "Miss, I've got cramps." BOOM BAM, no P.E.! 

That is one of the great things about periods, you don't have to be on it to use it as an excuse to not do something.

Scenario 2

You're linking some guy you like and he's tryna put the moves on you mad -I'm talking you lot are hugged up on his bed (spooning of course), the lights are out and he's put on one SHIT DVD that he knows neither of you actually want to watch and he's giving you them sexy romance talks and YOU. ARE. ON IT... but you know that you can't do anything coz it's the first time you're linking and it's not a good look to offer up the tunush at these early stages. 
You give yourself a bly and engage in some kissing, then things start getting heavy coz the kissing is ON POINT... then you feel his hands going to your jeans (PAUSE). 
This is the perfect time to draw for the period card. 
You drop that to him one time he aint gonna try gas you or nothing. Boys hate periods more than we do. You lot can jam and watch the shit film, then you can take your no-period-having ass home with your head held high knowing that you fought temptation and with the added bonus of knowing that his ass is calling you again to try a next time. Cool.

Scenario 3

This is actually the peakest example. 
You know them ones where you and your man got caught up in the moment and you forgot to holler at that morning after pill but you don't think anything of it (don't stunt, some of us get stupid like that sometimes). Anywho, life goes on and you realise 'rah, I aint seen my period in a hot minute'. 
Now your ass is scared! 
You start panicking thinking 'fuck, what if I'm pregnant' (it's tense) and there's no point in you going to the clinic for a test cause you have to wait for at least two weeks after the time you beat before you can one, so you are PRAYING that your period comes (trust me). 
Is it not the greatest relief in the WORLD when your period finally shows up when you get a pregnancy scare?!? 
Shit! It makes you wanna celebrate don't it

Right, last one

Scenario 4

You are actually on your period now and you are going through that inner turmoil that makes you want to shoot a mofo if they say the wrong thing. Your stomach feels like some bastard punched you in it from the inside, you're just hot for no damn reason, you're body is bloated, you feel unclean and you've gotten so vex that this is happening to you that you've given yourself a headache. 
Ladies, this is the one opportunity where you can bad up your man an he will slyly have it because after all this isn't really you right? It's you're hormones talking, you're straight PMSing init Y). 
What a crock of shit! 
Ladies lets be honest, we are perfectly capable of being nice to people when that time of the month comes, but because we know that they believe this whole PMS rubbish, we just run with it. Your man has come to see you and he's just doin some unecessary dumbness which is working your last nerve...

You: You're getting on my nerves you know
Him: Oi what! Don't get rude
You: I'm not getting rude but you know I'm on my period and you're acting like some eediat
Him: What so cause you're PMSing I must shut up
You: Yes. I have cramps, my head is banging and all I want is some peace and quiet; is that to much to ask?
Him: Aight babes, I'm sorry

Lol okay I'm gassed! But you get the point. You can go off on him and drop the period bar and secretly get away with it.

So the moral of the story is; PERIODS ARE THE GREATEST EXCUSE EVER so embrace them!

Anywho, that is all the gas I have for you tonight. Lemme know what you think (by that I mean shower me with praise lol I'm playin...) and if there is anything you would like me to talk about let me know.

...Love Scotty

Welcome to my world

Right well as this is my first ever blog post I won't ramble on too much. 

As with everything else I end up doing on the internet, this blog was concocted out of sheer boredom (and what?), but it seems that the things I create out of boredom seem to take off so I decided to just run with it =D. 

Believe it or not this blog was originally called 'Scotty's bad ass blog...something or the other' and I was going to gas about the latest trends and what not, until I sat down and realised that I don't actually give a rip about trends. Trends suck ass! I'm all for individuality and running with the crowd is not something I'm too fond of (one of the reasons why I refuse to get a Blackberry) so prepare yourself for the whimsical randomness that is me. 

Throughout this blog I will try to make you laugh, piss you off (well the sensitive ppl anyway), but most of all educate you with my awesomeness Y) (I'm so modest right? lol). 

Until I actually decide what the hell I am going to constructively gas about to you guys, why don't you go ahead and click one of the tempting links on my home page and do something fantastic like follow me on Twitter or something (I don't follow back unless you're entertaining so don't ask me #TEAMFuckAFollowBack)

...Love Scotty