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&lt;/div&gt;Well, it's official. Today marks the first day of being willingly unemployed. I've never resigned from a job before without having another one to replace it. For those of you who frequent this blog, you know my story. You know that I HATED my job. Naturally, I expect judgement and for people to be concerned about the decision that I've chosen to make. But, this is MY journey and no one else can direct my path but me, and God of course. Let me address the question I've gotten the most after spilling the beans that I quit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; I did it?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been a fan of being complacent in a miserable situation. I sat in the same position for exactly 2 years. Not because I didn't try to move on, not because I didn't have the skill set to go elsewhere, but because everything in my "go-to" field was over saturated or just not worth it. I knew the day that I accepted the position that it was trashy, the bottom of the barrel and nobody else wanted it. I was in a position where I had to take it, I was unemployed and the unemployment checks were almost on E.  From the interview, I knew it was bullshit, lies and a lot of things left unsaid. But I put on my politician smile and took the position.  From the day I stepped in the door until the day I walked out of it, I was miserable. I was one of two receptionists. The phones rang like crazy, I couldn't PEE w/o getting someone to cover the front (that pic is so fitting, hunh? lol ) In fact, it was hard getting someone to cover the front when I didn't, have to pee. Nobody wanted to do that job. High stress, people calling cursing you out. The other receptionist made an already effed up situation worse. It was as if she had some sort of hex on our supervisor. Everyday she abused her breaks, she was calling in sick almost EVERYDAY, a disgusting attitude, filthy mouth and here's the best part...she used "God" and "Religion" to justify her fuckedupness.... I felt like ppl were walking on eggshells around her, especially our boss! She has no backbone, I'd complain to her, to her boss, to H.R. still no action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on top of all that, the pay sucked. It sucked royally. I was living check to check and building debt by the day. Then there was no room for advancement in the agency. No cost of living raises, bonuses, nothing. Zero opportunity. When I thought financially things couldn't get any worse, they did. The entire agency was put on furloughs. To the average person a day without pay might make a slightly noticeable&amp;nbsp;dent but to someone like me, one of the lowest on the&amp;nbsp;totem&amp;nbsp;poll, it was devastating. Yeah, I enjoyed the "off" days but &amp;nbsp;my financial stability did not.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was miserable. I was stressed. The stress was starting to take a toll on my health. Weight gain, irregular periods, anemia, depression, mood swings, it was fucking up my mental stability. Last week I felt myself tearing up at my desk. It was one of those uncontrollable situations. I composed myself enough to go to the restroom and locked myself in a stall. I cried. &lt;i&gt;I'm crying as I type this.&lt;/i&gt; I didn't understand and didn't know WHY I was crying. I didn't WANT to cry but my body, my emotions said differently. I had to release whatever I was holding in. I composed myself again, went back to my desk, my eyes swelled again. I got up to take a break and cried again. After leaving the restroom for the second time, I knew something was wrong with me. Something terribly wrong. But what? All I know is I had to get it together, quick, because I wasn't going to let myself have an emotional breakdown IN THE OFFICE.&lt;br /&gt;
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Doctor's have told me before, that my body &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;hormones&amp;nbsp;are extremely imbalanced and that I seemed to be under a lot of stress. The funny thing is, I felt perfectly fine everyday @ 4:01pm when I stuck my keys in the ignition &amp;amp; headed home. My anxiety, headaches and misery didn't kick in until 7:01am, when I opened the office doors.&lt;br /&gt;
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For over a year, I contemplated over &amp;amp; over again about how I was going to quit. I didn't feel appreciated and wanted to go out with a bang. I wanted my departure to be unexpected, at the most&amp;nbsp;inopportune&amp;nbsp;moment...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to make them feel my&amp;nbsp;wrath....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought about....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nah, I'm too cute for prison...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what about going ape shit on a few hoes???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ehhh, I might mess my hair up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a heartfelt note???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nah, I didn't want anyone effing w/ my final paycheck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know!!! An email explaining why I want to resign...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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LOL, well my anticipated "big finale" didn't quite go in any of those directions. Last Thursday I came in the office, worked the entire day and got rid of any &amp;amp; everything I could think of that I didn't want left behind. I didn't say a word, I didn't tell anyone. Not even my boss. I came back Friday morning and headed straight to H.R. with my Badges, Keys &amp;amp; Access Cards and a single sentence resignation letter. Naturally, H.R. acted concerned. They wanted to know if I was sure I was making the right decision and if I wanted to talk to anyone. I declined. I had to do it. I had to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm good financially and I have a roof over my head, so no worries :o)&lt;br /&gt;
I've learned that if you want a bosses lifestyle...then...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you have to make boss moves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever quit your job or made a decision that you KNEW people would judge you for? Tell me about it. I want to hear you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Its My Birthday So You Know I Wanna Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide Out...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SwP0Kc1YqwI/AAAAAAAADkw/4nM5BQUa5sc/Birthday-Candles.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SwP0Kc1YqwI/AAAAAAAADkw/4nM5BQUa5sc/Birthday-Candles.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanking God for seeing me through another year of wholeness, health, strength &amp;amp; surrounding me with LOVE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;26 Candles-26-Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;26 Fun Facts About Me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an unnatural fear of creepy crawly things, been that way all my life. It's like I have a sixth sense &amp;amp; can feel them before I even SEE them lol o.O In the 2nd grade on a school field trip a ladybug flew on the girl sitting next to me and I stood up screaming &amp;amp; flapping my arms as if it had just assaulted ME! It never touched me. Everyone on the school bus laughed @ me!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a weird obsession with not getting in an unmade bed. My bed can go unmade ALL DAY but before bedtime I go through the whole bedding ensemble ritual LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm convinced I'm the ONLY black girl who was born without RHYTHM! Can't find a beat to save my life...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I NEVER learned to ride a bike! According to my parents children were being "abducted" around that time and they were looking out for my safety *blank stare* mmm hhmm, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't get my ears pierced until I was in the 6th grade!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have "selective" memory! You can tell me your name 500 times but I still may end up asking "what's your name again?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm NOT a good LIAR!!! (which is funny now b/c I use to get whoopings for lying as a kid lol) I will tell on myself in a heartbeat. Even if its a little "white" lie I always feel like something bad will happen, my palms get all sweaty &amp;amp; my nerves are shot LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I use to be terrified of midgets! I had a dream once that I was in a dark movie theater alone...I heard ppl talking, I looked around and there were midgets in EVERY seat! I woke up sweating lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've NEVER been out the south but I've been to just about every bordering southern state.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've only flown once &amp;amp; that was to Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am directionally challenged!!! I still get lost in my OWN city LOL! Although I've lived here my entire life I am the LAST person you'd want to ask for directions. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've NEVER been drunk...a little tipsy maybe but NEVER drunk...hell I really don't drink but I'd LOVE to get WASTED just once! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will burst into song @ any given moment! I can relate any given situation to a song LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TRUST is very important to me, once you lose my TRUST you'll probably NEVER gain in back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a total loner! Being around ppl too long pretty much annoys me lol, I think I've gotten comfortable with that and to some existent it scares me....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never got over the death of my beloved kitten Misty who was MURDERED by the neighbors. That BITCH!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My very first concert was "Immature" I was a die heart Romeo fan lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm convinced Mint Condition will sing @ my wedding if they're still alive, whenever that happens. I loooooove me some Stokely Williams LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a fascination with pretty/metro men like Prince &amp;amp; Micah Stallionaire lol, I'm just mesmerized by their purple auras LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been in 2 physical fights, 5th &amp;amp; 6th grade! And I STILL look back at those memories and laugh my ass off!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In elementary school I use to think I was an honorary member of TLC. I knew and STILL know every lyric to EVERY song. I use to slick my baby hair down like Chilli's LMAO! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm VERY sensitive but I've learned/learning not to take things too seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes a helluva LOT to make me mad but if a tear runs down this face in the midst of my anger....you BETTER RUN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not superstitious but I'm terrified of anything "paranormal"...I don't doubt that they exist but I DON'T need to see them lol &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm ADDICTED to carmex! I literally have a backup for my backup...(its a helluva drug) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE ME SOME ME! I'm in love with the way God made me, I'm in love with my characteristics and my sweet sweet SOUUUUL! OWWWW! and there's nothing or no one that could make me feel any different!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;to all my fellow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCORPIO'&lt;/span&gt;s and don't be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TARDY FOR THE PARTY!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SwQd1_HhafI/AAAAAAAADk0/HvBdSMcXQ94/s1600/dont_be_tardy_for_the_party_mug-p16895109192126896021aby_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SwQd1_HhafI/AAAAAAAADk0/HvBdSMcXQ94/s400/dont_be_tardy_for_the_party_mug-p16895109192126896021aby_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405478266064693746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253763009770027588-4572045349911949353?l=www.gimmethegoodies.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I'll be starting school back next year and although I'm excited I'm also a little nervous :-( mainly because it's been a minute since I've been in a classroom. The good part? I only have about 6 classes to take in order to finish my degree (Associates) The bad part? These 6 classes are some of the one's I've been running from lol! Science &amp;amp; MATH being two of them. *cries* Math is SOOOOOO not my subject and I KNOW I'll be needing a tutor, but I'm gonna (wo)MAN up and tackle that damn class. Oh but it gets more interesting....just as soon as I finish up this degree, I'll be heading right back to school to complete my BA *pray for me*  I've had more than enough time off and I am finally READY to do this so I can move closer towards where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;On to the fun stuff...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuW9O3i4OnI/AAAAAAAADXs/29ifrJtN5iI/s1600-h/AB14836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuW9O3i4OnI/AAAAAAAADXs/29ifrJtN5iI/s400/AB14836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396927791599467122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't know, I do art in my spare time. Graphics, Visual, Abstracts and other different mediums. It's been a minute since I've picked up a pencil or paintbrush but I'm actually in the works of a new project and will share it with you guys shortly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also have ANOTHER website lol. I've had it for over a year but I just relaunched it. It's a beauty blog that focuses on skincare amongst other things. I'm happy to announce that I'll be promoting a giveaway next week on the site! So make sure you drop through and check us out &lt;a href="http://www.gimmethatglow.com/"&gt;Gimme That Glow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crap that makes me ill...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuW_MbzLWcI/AAAAAAAADX0/FhOWiFbSpNM/s1600-h/Grammar+Police.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuW_MbzLWcI/AAAAAAAADX0/FhOWiFbSpNM/s400/Grammar+Police.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396929948815153602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh...yeah...just a few things I've been meaning to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knooooow I'm not the best speller in the world but...it REALLY annoys me when ppl use words that should be a completely different word. Its one thing to mispell something but to use a word REPEATEDLY like you just KNOW its correct really irks me. Some people get offended by the @grammarpolice but I actually WELCOME them LOL. My thing is this if you see that I've made a mistake, by all means, CORRECT me so I don't KEEP doing that shit LOL! In general, misspellings I can let slide because I do it ALL the time too! But misuse of a word???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/rayj_9_gif3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/rayj_9_gif3.gif" border="0" width="400" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime example...On my Twitter Timeline I've been seeing NUMEROUS ppl misuse the word "brought"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yeah, girl I &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that new Jay-Z album yesterday."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blank stare* You did what? You "brought" it where??? Like did you BRING something or did you BUY it??? I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still have no clue what I'm talking about??? That's quite alright because 9 times out of 10 you probably do this ALL the time. So let me drop a little &lt;a href="http://www.gcse.com/english/bought.htm"&gt;knowledge&lt;/a&gt; for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between b&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ought and bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Bought&lt;/span&gt;: is the past tense of "to buy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Jeremy bought a new computer for $500" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Brought&lt;/span&gt; is the past tense of "to bring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Katherine brought several bottles of wine to the party"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it? Get it? GOOD! Now don't do that shit no more :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Another&lt;/u&gt; word I notice a lot is defin&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tely.... ummm excuse you??? what the fuck is that??? it's NOT a word. There is no "a" in the word D.E.F.I.N.I.T.E.L.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Conversate&lt;/u&gt; is ALSO not a word....errr ummm but shit I like it so I have no gripes with that one LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when ppl say "sweetie", that word should be eliminated from existence. It should be against the law to call a grown person "sweetie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Foolishness...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuW_wZg5WhI/AAAAAAAADX8/cRBkXuU_cKg/s1600-h/reality-tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuW_wZg5WhI/AAAAAAAADX8/cRBkXuU_cKg/s400/reality-tv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396930566676896274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ummm why haven't Chance and Real picked their hoes yet? It seems like that shits been on all damn year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soooo &lt;strike&gt;Ghey&lt;/strike&gt; Ray J's Season 2 starts on Nov. 2nd. I'll be doing the recaps, are y'all gonna watch it with me???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fuckery continues!! "I want to work for Diddy" is coming back with a 2nd season as well. I'll be front row and center for this mess LOL!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monique's show is pure effin' foolishness!!! Why the hell is she always yelling??? I honestly TRIED To give that shit a chance but its BORING....I was actually going to go to a taping of the show since its in my city but ummmm she makes her audience HUG themselves *side eye* just my luck the day I go we'll all be wearing snuggies. LMAO! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of SNUGGIES....get ready for this....I actually tried one!!! HAHAHAH!!! It was soooooo soft and warm, I took a little cat nap in it. BEST sleep EVERrrrrr. I'm gonna buy one, *don't judge me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhhh I think that's it for now...tootles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253763009770027588-2231764615843280461?l=www.gimmethegoodies.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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The thing that irks me most about her is that she's ALWAYS undercover starting shit and the other chics act like they don't see it. She's just always brewing trouble, if there's an argument you better believe her fingers were dipped in it in one way or another. The innocent act is getting OLD. And ummm her &amp;amp; her hubby's relationship is cute &amp;amp; all but they BORE me senseless. She's a GOOD one for showing up @ Sheree's show last night especially after giving that lame excuse for not attending hers. Kudos to her for being the "bigger" woman. I woulda showed up AFTER the show in my sweatsuit &amp;amp; ponytail and told her "I got my period" tiz why I was late...And ooooooh you could SO tell she was hella jealous of the fashion show LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm STILL not over her acting like she didn't know what a crack whore is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuIcximN66I/AAAAAAAADVg/0quH3ruw5o0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuIcximN66I/AAAAAAAADVg/0quH3ruw5o0/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395906940969544610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she talks a lot of shit, all bark no bite. But, ummm I like her? IDK I'm just not convinced that she's what the other chics are making her out to be. I believe there IS some truth to her side of the stories she's been telling. HOWEVER I'm really gonna need for her to pick who the hell she's gonna be cool with. One minute she's getting her weave snatched up by one them hoes then the next she's all hugged up &amp;amp; posing with one of they asses @ an event...Girl BYE! And she needs to get a grip on reality, Big Poppa might have put a ring on it but he will NEVER sign those papers (sidenote: those Christian Louboutin's were HOTTTTTness!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuIc8uUD1CI/AAAAAAAADVo/ivrHjPScJvE/s1600-h/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuIc8uUD1CI/AAAAAAAADVo/ivrHjPScJvE/s400/45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395907133093172258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kandi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my girl, I luhhh her the most outta all these hoes. I mean you know besides her ass crying on EVERY episode I really have no gripes with her. And while its VERY unfortunate what happened to AJ we'd ALL be lying if we said her mama wasn't right. *kanye shrugs* I thought it was cute that her mom indeed made her "peace" with AJ @ the little party with the kiddies. Now it very well could've been a ploy setup by the shows producers but hey she made the effort and AJ seemed like he really appreciated it. Errrr am I the only one who was like "dammmmmmmmmmmn are those ALL his kids??" when they were @ the party? LMAO (lord forgive me) And we gotta give Kandi her props for standing her ground with that buzzard NeNe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuIdNNxvF0I/AAAAAAAADVw/9fjm192Cbmw/s1600-h/1+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuIdNNxvF0I/AAAAAAAADVw/9fjm192Cbmw/s400/1+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395907416417048386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sheree&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the most narcissistic unappreciative bish I have ever seen. The only thing that ever comes out of her mouth is "me-me-me-I-I-I" bitch sit down! I got SO many questions for her...First off, WHO was fronting the bill for this damn fashion show???? I thought we already established that she was broke, no???? Am I the only one that got offended when she said " I am a designer"???? LMAO, I don't recall seeing her cut out not 1 pattern or draw out not 1 sketch. I mean did she NOT say she flew to NY to pick up some ish she hadn't even seen yet??? How you gonna ask somebody to assist you with your show but yet disagree with EVERYthing they suggest???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should've been PRAISING Dwight for making that show the success that it was. I mean lets not forget this is the same chic that wanted to send out "e-vites" and have all the models wearing "ponytails" lol. But y'all see she STILL took ALL the credit @ the end of the show talking about "I have to pat myself on the back"... *side eye* BUT, I gotta give it to her AND Dwight; the show was on point and it WAS better than Lisa's. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuIdYGIEQMI/AAAAAAAADV4/xWOha7I1jIA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SuIdYGIEQMI/AAAAAAAADV4/xWOha7I1jIA/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395907603341787330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NeNe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't enough words or phrases in the ebonic dictionary that even come CLOSE to describing her. She's messy, rat'ish and ignorant. The whole finding her "dad" thing is getting out of hand. My thing is this, why do something that might eventually cause friction in your marriage? Her husband doesn't approve of it but yet she's still tryna get answers from a man who CLEARLY never gave a damn about her. I sympathize and understand the need to want to meet him but @ the same time the bitch is in her 40's....GET.OVER.IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWD. LAWD. LAWD. The whole NeNe vs. Kim vs. Kandi situation is the dumbest shit ever. Kandi has NOTHING to do with that mess. NeNe just brought her in it for the hell of it, she needs to accept the fact that she's bitter about that dumb ass song &amp;amp; fall back. Do I think NeNe choked the shit outta Kim??? Hell Yeah, she did it. They all play on the fact that Kim is weak &amp;amp; they can intimidate her...And let me say this, how in the FUCKITY HELL can NeNe's ass talk about ANYONES's hair??? I don't recall her EVER changing that helmet of hers throughout the course of this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to another season of the show, makes GREAT entertainment. But can we just PLEASE name the next season Basic Bitches of Atlanta???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the REUNION episode Owwwwwww!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253763009770027588-5971295173727668399?l=www.gimmethegoodies.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Ehhhh....I know it's been a minute and I hope all of you are doing wonderful! This year went by SOOOOOOO fast, I can't believe its almost over! I just wanted to peek in for a sec to let you know that I haven't abandoned you guys or the blog. I've just been a little occupied. But, no worries I'll be back in full effect really soon so please stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the things I love about being a blogger is showing love to OTHER bloggers. I love reading different sites and I love the connections. Yeah I know there are some bloggers out there that NEVER show love in the blogworld and thats perfectly fine. For them, but for me it's unacceptable because that's where I get my fulfillment, from the interaction.  I actually like having a smaller site, I get to connect with my readers and discover new sites!&lt;br /&gt;
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So with that being said, I'd like for those of you who also have a blog and if I've never dropped through it or haven't been by in awhile please leave your websites in the comments section of this post. I'll definitely swing by and show love or if you're interested in a link exchange, just let a sista know lol ok?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can one believe in God and be spiritual without "religion"??? Check out what Ms. Danyelle has to say about it over @ &lt;a href="http://danyelle.info/?p=610"&gt;Make Blog Not War&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We'll never have to worry about someone else eliminating the black race because we're doing it ourselves...Check out the knowledge &amp;amp; truth  the78MsJ is dropping over @ &lt;a href="http://bpytsspot.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-steals-another-black-male-while.html"&gt;A BPYT's Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember those purple &amp;amp; gold Lakers Edition shoelaces I bought you??? Well, I WANT THEM BACK!!! Checkout what Tini has to say about bitter relationships over @ &lt;a href="http://www.martiniandscotch.com/2009/10/gimme-back-my-sht-relationship-pre-nup.html"&gt;Martini &amp;amp; Scotch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ugggh she always makes me go out and buy things I know I don't need LOL, but I love it! Check out Fly Honey's review of her new makeup finds @ &lt;a href="http://www.flyhoney.com/blog/2009/10/very-necessary.html#comments"&gt;Fly Honey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What the Hell is Halle Berry drinking??? LOL is it a supplement available for mass production??? It's like she gets PRETTIER as she ages... Check out the latest pics of her over @ &lt;a href="http://mrsgrapevine.com/2009/10/keep-a-child-alive-ball-halle-berry/"&gt;Mrs. Grapevine&lt;/a&gt;'s spot.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncomfortable shoes should be AGAINST THE LAW! Check out &lt;a href="http://www.gimmethatglow.com/2009/10/outrageous-shoe-buyers-beware.html"&gt;Gimme That Glow&lt;/a&gt; (Yeah,  this is one of my OTHER blogs lol yeah yeah shameless plug I KNOW lol)&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;It was SOOOO much foolishness on my time line last night and it wasn't easy picking the nominees but here are my FAVES! annnnnnnd in no particular order here we gooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Live Tweets Via MTV Awards&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5pevdjI0I/AAAAAAAAChc/_qEVt7Y2SoQ/s1600-h/9795_19956252.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381354581611717442" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5pevdjI0I/AAAAAAAAChc/_qEVt7Y2SoQ/s400/9795_19956252.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 382px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 287px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a class="screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/Leci_83" title="Alecia T"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Leci_83&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kermit the Frog gon be on TMZ tomorrow for dating a transexual.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Jenny from the Block got on a Dereon original. #fail&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;No ma'am Bey. You've been battling with that same lacefront all summer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Katy Perry! The girl that made me 5% gay and proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;'Ye did that etch-a-sketch shit in his hair like 5 yrs ago. Regress much? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Watch Pink end up whupping Beykira's ass taanniiiite.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;WHERE WAS KANYE WHEN MY MAMA GOT LAID OFF??!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Did she have her period on stage to prove she's a girl?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Rihanna bitch if you have nerve enough to come out and yodel after that. #killyoself&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;If Jay-Z performs DOA I'm muting my tv. I don't like that shit. It needs autotune in it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Kanye's cunty behavior is such a turn-on to me. Am I gay?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;When and where did you see a titty on Pink on that washboard chest?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;That bitch Lady Gaga cut the handles off an Easter basket and stuck that shit on her face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Dear Lil Mama, I know you were born a male, but you are living as a woman. You need to act as such.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;I can not take any more of Lady Gaga's existence after tonight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Kanye's cunt &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Taylor Swift's cunt&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5pezIfvMI/AAAAAAAAChk/XnuFGfAakdM/s1600-h/bubbzhurr2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381354582597156034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5pezIfvMI/AAAAAAAAChk/XnuFGfAakdM/s400/bubbzhurr2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 270px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a class="screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/CristalBubblin" title="Crissi Bubbz"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;CristalBubblin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff66;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Lady Gaga just demonstrated WHY u don wear white after labor day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;IDK what the hell Russell just said but he could get it...oooh damn I love his dirty ass!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Again, ladies don't let Bey get u fucked up it took her 6 years for Jay to put a ring on it. Put ya hand in dat dudes face if ya want too&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Wait a minute Lady Gaga bleeds onstage &amp;amp; Beyonce does the same shit she did in the video &amp;amp; on tour?! Time for B to sit her ass down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5pfibBXcI/AAAAAAAACh0/VUWKpG0BNiM/s1600-h/IMG_0628.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381354595291323842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5pfibBXcI/AAAAAAAACh0/VUWKpG0BNiM/s400/IMG_0628.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a class="screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/TheOnlyTFG" title="THEflyGIRL"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;TheOnlyTFG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Lil Mama just wanted to FINALLY make the trending topics. It was either this or a sex tape. So really, we should be thanking her&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Is Lil Mama even from New York? That young man needs a talkin to...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Before he went on stage Hov said 'So you think you can dance?' and Lil Mama instinctively took that as a challenge...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;The country boys go hard for Taylor Swift. Somebody should mention that to Ye...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5pfNB5L1I/AAAAAAAAChs/1ScvkfcLZGk/s1600-h/DSC03116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381354589548785490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5pfNB5L1I/AAAAAAAAChs/1ScvkfcLZGk/s400/DSC03116.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 299px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a class="screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/TheRealViChick" title="V.I"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;TheRealViChick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;I know Mama Tina ain't designed that shit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;The British man nuts are showing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Amber Rose's head is tiny&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;I know whatever award Kanye actually won tonight he will never get. All his shit will go to Day 26&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;The sad part is, Kanye did this shit with MTV before. If u see his ass getting up when everyone else is sitting down u know he up to no good&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;I respect Pink. I know people can suck a dick upside down but to sing upside down is a gift. You go girl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq65VJBqu2I/AAAAAAAACh8/DK5TEJFrTDI/s1600-h/smirk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381442377605626722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq65VJBqu2I/AAAAAAAACh8/DK5TEJFrTDI/s400/smirk.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/eleven8"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;@eleven8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;ok..Madonna had to go and make ppl sad and shit...i wanna see some crumpin, pelvic thrustin and moonwalkin, chile boo!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;long ass speech...SHAMONE MADONNA SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Kanye just lost his whole Disney Channel audience! lmaooo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffff66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;If Kanye wont let George Bush be great...u think he letting Taylor Swift get away wit shit?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;LAWD!!!! I'll let y'all decide who won...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;The GRAND PRIZE WINNER will receive: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;3 Used, Defective urrr ummm Refurbished Lace Fronts (compliments of Beyaki! Owwww!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alright you guys know the deal. I'm lazy so I won't be covering what any of those bitches were wearing (who gives a shit anyway?) won't be covering who had the best performance (womp womp), NONE of that boring ish. Just my take on the night. Oh and Please stay tuned after this post! I'm gonna highlight some of the funniest tweets of the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;While her speech was GREAT...I didn't get the relevance of the moment. The shit was TOO lengthy! They should've played the "wrap it up" music after about 3 minutes in. What?  All we wanted to see was Janet anyway dammit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And she most definitely delivered! Ms.Jackson's STILL got it! LOVED that she performed her &amp;amp; Mike's joint "Scream". Gotta admit I was expecting them to do more MJ tributes though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Whoooooooo continues to let this dude hosts these shows??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;REALLY Amber??? *in my webbie voice* U'z a bad bitch BUT a Anaconda Cat Suit??? Chilllllle...um. no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lawd...so many concerns! But I'm gonna bow out gracefully with a dignified NO COMMENT...LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Speaking of NO COMMENTS that has NOTHING to do with this right here. There are SOOOOO many things wrong with this pic. So THIS is Diddy's "hot" new group "Dirty Money"???? *Blank Stare* Lets try saying something nice? Dawn's shoes are HAWT!!! Everything else....FAIL! WTF??? @ that hair *cringes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ms. Keys lovely as always. (Where's Swizz???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Solange..Cute!!! Question though, does she EVER plan on lining up her fade???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bey! OMG! Did y'all cop the pre-show interviews??? Funniest shit EVERrrr!!! IDK if that was her bodyguard "Julius" or some other random who walked in front of the cam during her interview but all I know is that she checked that ass with the QUICKNESS! LMAO! Did it in TWO words "Excuuuuuuuuuuuuse Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Keri KILLED it! Well umm the red carpet that is. (Did we &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wanna see her perform anyway???) So glad she got rid of those curly ramen noodles she was sporting on top of her head a minute ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well one things for sure, we won't EVER be able to say that she's not original...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She had quite an interesting night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;GREAT performance, took home "The Best New Artist" award, dedicated her win to "God and the Gays", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*Blank Stare* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Endured Russell Brand bringing up &lt;strike&gt;her genitals&lt;/strike&gt; that hermaphrodite mess annnnd let's see, oh yeah she BLED on stage... *blank stare* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kissed a frog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But out of ALL her highlights this HAS to be my favorite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5Oj9tvYSI/AAAAAAAACgE/7k_mGEh7gJc/s1600-h/lady-gaga-beyonce-wireimage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5Oj9tvYSI/AAAAAAAACgE/7k_mGEh7gJc/s400/lady-gaga-beyonce-wireimage.jpg" style="height: 418px; width: 334px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This bitch had a BIRDS NEST on her face!!! LMAOOO!!! SheIsWeirdAsHell.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bey Performed...She KILLED it as always...but ummm...y'all don't get tired of the SAME shit EVERY time??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq4tQNoFPpI/AAAAAAAACfk/lbP_fLOyWNA/s1600-h/98455_beyonce_Celebutopia_net_3166_122_911lo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq4tQNoFPpI/AAAAAAAACfk/lbP_fLOyWNA/s400/98455_beyonce_Celebutopia_net_3166_122_911lo.jpg" style="height: 324px; width: 485px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pink did damn acrobatics and circus shit on stage...all while wearing a pink pastee.ummm...ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5RK5Vu7RI/AAAAAAAACgU/JYascV5MH0g/s1600-h/pink_pg50847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5RK5Vu7RI/AAAAAAAACgU/JYascV5MH0g/s400/pink_pg50847.jpg" style="height: 451px; width: 334px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and the B.E.T. oops wrong show....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;lets try this again....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the COON AWARD OF THE YEAR goes to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5R_J4pZ2I/AAAAAAAACgc/cioTYNcLu9g/s1600-h/96668_Taylor_Swift_celebutopia_net_279_122_382lo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5R_J4pZ2I/AAAAAAAACgc/cioTYNcLu9g/s400/96668_Taylor_Swift_celebutopia_net_279_122_382lo.jpg" style="height: 429px; width: 288px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NOT even gonna reiterate on what he did but that was the MOST DISRESPECTFUL IGNANT SHIT EVERrrrrrr...I would call it "Unbelievable" but you &amp;amp; I both know that is SOOOOO of his character....Miss Taylor should've gave him a "Swift" kick in the ass...and I'm even MORE disgusted @ you ignorant people tryna JUSTIFY what he did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and of COURSE he apologized.....well kinda....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5YN7GZTPI/AAAAAAAACgs/Y9CZm4XJ6UQ/s1600-h/29693005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5YN7GZTPI/AAAAAAAACgs/Y9CZm4XJ6UQ/s400/29693005.jpg" style="height: 345px; width: 467px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Photo scooped @ TheYBF) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In Laments terms "My bad, bitch but I was RIGHT"...LMAO! backhanded ass apology...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;not gonna stop me from listening to &amp;amp; downloading his music off the innanets though...I still like him *shrugs* (don't judge me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They call her the Baddest Chic in the game...but I call her the "Classiest"...Big ups to Bey for giving the girl back her moment! There's a reason she's #1 and this proves it! Owwwwwww!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5UEFPgwRI/AAAAAAAACgk/lC7nsPzj0LE/s1600-h/tay_bet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5UEFPgwRI/AAAAAAAACgk/lC7nsPzj0LE/s400/tay_bet.jpg" style="height: 260px; width: 401px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;last but NOT least...(even more niggatry) The WTF MOMENT OF THE NIGHT AWARD goes too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5Yj73HFnI/AAAAAAAACg0/EZ0gpsfc2Ss/s1600-h/lil_mama_jay_z_alicia_keys_getty90715838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sq5Yj73HFnI/AAAAAAAACg0/EZ0gpsfc2Ss/s400/lil_mama_jay_z_alicia_keys_getty90715838.jpg" style="height: 333px; width: 433px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Bow Wow&lt;/strike&gt; Lil' Mama bomb rushing Jay &amp;amp; Alicia's finale performance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;LAWD after all the events of last nights awards, I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and say MTV might wanna hire stage front security next year?? LMAO! Why is it so easy to hop on stage anyway???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253763009770027588-7265529397497431740?l=www.gimmethegoodies.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Photo: scooped @ &lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/"&gt;Just Jared&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No "shade" here because I love Rihanna JUST like the next person...But I got ONE simple question....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitch CAN you SEE????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lawd, I believe in being different but if the latest trend is gonna require a seeing eye dog or a walking cane for the blind then I will PASS on all of THAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253763009770027588-1331727558138223091?l=www.gimmethegoodies.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Being a receptionist HAS to be the most irritating job on the face of this earth. When people ask me what I do I usually respond with "oh, I'm a flunky", yeah they laugh it off, but shit its the truth. Imagine people in your face ALL fuckin' day, answering phones ALL fuckin' day and babysitting adults ALL fuckin' day. And just so you don't forget... I HATE MY JOB! So umm yeah, this is another post about just that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Having Asshole Tendencies In My Lobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;count the number of weirdo's that come through my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;lobby on the regular. But the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;that piss me off the most are the impatient summabitches! "Mrs. I Don't Have All Day" and "Mr. I'm On  A Meter Man". Guess what??? Tapping your feet, moaning, groaning and sighing in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;lobby will NOT speed up your waiting time. I had a dude drop off a subpoena, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I CANNOT SIGN FOR ANYTHING LEGAL&lt;/span&gt;. So I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;called someone to come up &amp;amp; sign for it.  Apparently they weren't moving fast enough, because not even 2 minutes later, dude was back in my face... "umm all I need is a signature, here YOU can sign for it" then he slips it through the mail slot under the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;window. I kindly hand it back to him and tell him "no, someone will be with you shortly", then he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;proceeds to say "Well, do they have to come from another floor? I mean all I need is a signature how long is this gonna take?!"..."Siiiiiiir, you can have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;seat, someone is on the WAY"...then his ignorant ass leans against the window and starts tapping his fingers on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;It takes ALL I have not to step outside and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;for assholes such as him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Standing @ My Window Unannounced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Our receptionist area is behind a glass window and guess who was blessed with the funtastic opportunity to sit behind it...that's right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;muah!!!! We don't have a bell or anything to signal us when someone comes through the door so half of the time I don't even notice that they're there. So I could very well be in my 3rd championship of Spider Solitaire while your dumb ass is standing on the other side of the window gawking @ me.  Ummm, *Public Service Announcement* If its OBVIOUS that I haven't noticed you standing there, then maybe the ideal thing to do would be to say something to announce your presence. A "hello" or an "excuse me" will suffice; simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; asses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Approaching Me With An Unwarranted Attitude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I work in an office that handles claims, so trust me THAT alone is STRESSFUL enough. Its like everybody has a fuckin' attitude here. From the bitch I sit next to, to the Director, the people on the phones, even the punk ass UPS man has an attitude. Da hell YOU bitchin' about and all you gotta do is drop off a damn box??? Our UPS guy has the ashiest, crustiest hands I have EVER seen in my life, his hands need plastic surgery. Every damn day he comes through in such a damn rush, I hate him. He does this little nasty impatient ass tap on the door, I know its him so I roll my eyes and take my damn time getting up. When I open the door he tries to barge his midget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;ass in with the box before I can even get out of his way. (Rude Mofo) I remember one time he was supposed to pick something up and I'm guessing this was another one of his bad days. I showed him where the package was and he snarls @ me saying "LOOK, I have gotten TWO calls about this package, is this EVERYTHING y'all want me to take??!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;First off, YOU gotta come here EVERYDAY so if its NOT the package then guess what??? You'll be back tomorrow??? LMAO it must suck to be him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Lingering At My Desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am NOT fuckin' friendly. That's the biggest misconception people have of a receptionist. Yeah, sure at one point in time I USED to be a nice person and dare I say it? I even "cared" about the way I came across to people. But after 5+ years of the same bullshit, lets just say I'm OVER it. One of the easiest ways to piss me off is to come up front tryna chill @ my desk. Have I ever skipped my ass to your cubicle tryna hold a covo??? Nope. I don't care WTF I'm doing, if  I'm working,  putting on my damn mascara or playing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;uno online, that is NOT an open invite for you to bring your happy yappin' ass in my face blabbing about your dumb ass dogs, dumb ass husband or dumb ass kids...I am NOT interested.  I may not look or actually BE busy; BUT  bitch I'm busy, get the fuck outta here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Popping Up With No Appointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One of the people that gets the biggest side eye from me is Ms. "I Was Just In The Neighborhood". All up in my face like "Surprise Surprise Bitches I'm Heeeeeeeere!!!" The type of agency I work at, there is NO way you can just pop up unexpectedly THEN expect someone to acknowledge you. Bottom line, they do NOT have to see you w/o an appointment and more than likely they won't. So no need in giving me a sob story that you drove 72 miles just to have a moment of the Bosses time. And don't get mad @ me when I break the disappointing news that you won't be seen. I have NO compassion for you. Go back home, schedule a meeting or appointment and we'll see what we can do NEXT time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Touching My Sh!t&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There is a REASON I don't keep personal stuff @ my desk. I sit out in the open, no walls, no privacy. I don't even have photo's on my desk, because I don't want people tryna strike up conversation about shit that doesn't concern them. If I am capable of sashaying my ass down to the supply room then SO CAN YOU! Stop asking me to "borrow" shit. If I have a set of colorful sharpie highlighters on my desk...PLEASE refrain from putting your filthy clepto fingers anywhere near them. If you are not providing coverage for me, then there is NO reason why you should be touching my phone. Why I gotta wipe my shit down with Clorox wipes every time I get back to my desk??? That's the VERY reason I STAY sick in this bitch because people are ALWAYS touching shit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Being A Ditsy Ass Bugaboo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
One of the mannnnnnnnnyy gripes I have with people @ work. Our office is FULL of Bugaboo's, every 10 minutes somebody is in my damn face asking me dumb ass questions.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Where can I get some staples from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; (Ummm, the room with the big ass sign that says "SUPPLIES" that you JUST passed on your way over here didn't throw off enough "hints" for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-size: 130%;"&gt;There's a paper jam in the copier, can you help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; (Bitch. The machine has a fuckin' video and photo diagram that directs you STRAIGHT to the problem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Somebody left this in the bathroom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; (Da fuck you tellin' ME for??? They'll just have to use their context clues to figure out where they left it b/c I ain't touching it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-size: 130%;"&gt;The fax machine is broken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; (You know, hitting the ON button usually fixes that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I forgot how to wipe my ass, can you show me how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; (Hell, they might as well ask me that too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't get paid to problem solve...mos def doesn't reflect that on my check...most definitely not in my job description...mos def not going out of my way to do it. My solution for ditsy people is EASY! Just be a reflection of whatever their giving you. They come to you with a stooopid question, just give them twice as much of a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;stooopid answer. The one that ALWAYS works for me is "I DON'T KNOW"... Once people figure out that you are smarter than the average bear, that opens doors for them to consistently BOTHER you. Why try to figure it out themselves when they can just ask the Receptionist??? So being ditsy is NOT an excuse, because two can most definitely play that game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Calling Without A Clue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I probably get close to one hundred calls a day, and 95% of them make me want to scratch my ears off. When clients call in we are required to ask for specific demographic information in relation to their claims. I had a lady call in asking about her claim. She couldn't give me the claim number, a social, a date, not even an agency name. Then she has the audacity to get mad when I tell her I'm unable to pull up anything in the system due to the limited information. Bitch, buy a clue THEN call me back. People who call with the wrong number are also on my "do you wanna get fucked up?" hit list. A dude called in asking some off the wall shit about someone who he claimed "used" to work here. I told him that there was no such person here, then he wants to damn near argue with me saying that someone gave him this number so this HAS to be the place. LMAO! My mama always told me not to reason with fools; so I gave his ass the AT&amp;amp;T theme song *click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Yeah, I may be cordial with your ass in the office, might even chat it up with you from time to time. But don't think for one minute that there will EVER be a moment where I will go out of my way for you. Once again I am NOT friendly, I will NOT have your back if you get into some deep shit that does NOT pertain to me. You are an acquaintance, and nine times outta ten I wouldn't even look in your direction if I saw you in my regular life. So no need in getting your panties or boxers in a bunch when I don't give you first dibs on the brand new office supplies or when I don't let you know that HR is giving out free Starbucks Cards &amp;amp; Six Flags Tickets, because NOBODY gets V.I.P. treatment on my watch...except myself of course *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Man I know I've been hella neglectful around these parts and that's mainly because my mind has been all over the place lately. So if you will, I invite you to indulge in a few of my thoughts @ the moment....&lt;br /&gt;
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If you read this blog, then you know that there's always one common link in the majority of my random posts. Which is the fact that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE MY JOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; So lets get that part out the way first, shall we?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I received ANOTHER rejection letter this past weekend. I don't understand why I still get upset about the shit, frankly I should be use to it by now. But the shits still MAD depressing. In fact I'm on the verge of tears typing this sentence. I don't know if the job market is just THAT over saturated or if I'm looking in the wrong places. Either way, its hard and MAD cold out here. This is my THIRD time going through the SAME scenario. Getting a SECOND interview and STILL.....NOTHING. I don't get it, what's intriguing them to call me back a second &amp;amp; third time? And what's holding me back from getting the job offer? Alright, enough of that before I get mad :o/ Moving along...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;A couple people put me on to Nicki Minaj and OH.EM.GEE I love her! I'm not gonna even lie, when I first heard of her I wrote her off, wasn't even interested in giving her ish a listen. It's VERY few rappers that I like and can actually tolerate and female rappers??? Shit I was skeptical. But  after hearing 2 songs I was HOOKED, LMAO!!! She's different. I like her. The female Drake? Maybe so. Maybe no. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a class="screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/eleven8" title="Stephanie aka Miss O"&gt; eleven8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ODARA112"&gt;ODARA112&lt;/a&gt; YES!!!! thank u &amp;amp; tell a friend...i have made u a Barbie haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a class="screen-name" href="http://twitter.com/necolebitchie" title="Necole Bitchie"&gt; necolebitchie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ODARA112"&gt;ODARA112&lt;/a&gt; o m gee you are now a barbie bitch! @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/nickiminaj"&gt;nickiminaj&lt;/a&gt; would be so proud!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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So make sure you check her out, you can cop here mixtapes "Sucka Free" &amp;amp; "Beam Me Up Scotty";  &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=J4VLXRI1" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/adsblocked.html" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;shout out to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/naturallyalise" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alise&lt;/a&gt; for putting me on to that Slum Village song! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I watched the Neffe &amp;amp; Frankie show last night! And it was WAY better than I expected. I thought it was gonna be just straight up fuckery but they proved me wrong. Maaannnnn let me just say this, we may talk about these chics b/c we're so used to seeing them in a negative light but its amazing to see just how much they've grown &amp;amp; changed over the last couple seasons. And you can say what you want but you can't call either one of these women phony, their about as real as it gets.  Definitely gotta give Keyshia her props for standing by her family despite the circumstances, not too many people could walk in her shoes. I guess my only gripe about last night's show was Frankie and her so called "friends". What in the figgity fuck is she doing hanging around men that look like 17yr olds??? I don't get it. I truly hope Neffe reached her in that meeting with their life coach, b/c she's 110% on point. You can change but its also about the company you keep, she's gotta get those negative people out of her life in order to move forward. Oh annnnd um....Did y'all catch Frankie when she said she pays her own bills??? LOL!!! Jigga What??? Jigga Who??? Um yeah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Do NOT sleep on this show!!! I honestly thought it was gonna be DULL...WRONG! It kinda puts you in the mindset of that other show that was on a few years back, American Inventor. But the stakes and offers are much more interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Entrepreneurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; and people with business ventures, innovative ideas etc. get a chance to present their product and possibly have it manufactured and profit from it. The coolest part about this show is that its NOT just talk, the money and the offers are LITERALLY on the table and the contestants only have a few minutes to decide whether or not they'll accept the deals. Ohhhh and what's a reality show without the drama and backstabbing right? Well this shows full of it LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;What a clever show this is!!!! I actually stumbled across this by accident. It's kinda like a dating  experiment type of thing. On each episode they pick 3 women and 3 men, all of which get to interact with each other to see who's most compatible with who. BUT there's a twist!!!! They don't actually get to SEE each other until the end of the experiment. They are LITERALLY sitting in a dark room and are forced to judge each other off of everything except looks!  LOL!  Which brings new meaning to the term "Love Is Blind".... They each get to chose the person they feel like they've connected the most with then that person is revealed to them in the light! And THAT's the funny part, because the MAJORITY of them change their minds after they see what the other looks like. The thing that KILLS me about this show is that some of them ACTUALLY kiss each other before they even see the person...what the hell??? Sham-YACK! I guess this just brings light to how how vein human nature can be. At the end of the day looks do matter, there HAS to be some type of physical connection, there's no denying that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Ok, so this is my very FIRST season of Real Housewives of Atlanta....yeah yeah I know I'm late.net and EVERYONE told me I needed to watch the show last season....but hell I just never got around to it...and lemme just say this.....I DEFINITELY slept on this show!!! LOL!! So I'm just gonna give y'all the spill on  everything that concerns me about these broads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hot Ghettoriffic Mess!! and Sooooooo Fucking stereotypical....seriously can she get ANY more  hood??? Who is that old ass man she keeps calling her husband? Why he look like somebody I would call my granddaddy? I HATE her weave/wig/helmet hair....Y'all ballin' but can't cop a decent lace front? Why she so damn naive and wishy washy??? One minute she's tryna repair a "friendship" and the next she's tryna surprise a bitch with an "intervention"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Why this bitch is in denial that she's BROKE??? Why I'm broke too and I figure ain't no use in denying THAT?? Why I don't believe a word that comes outta her mouth??? How you NOT gonna know your man wasn't paying the mortgage??? Who the hell would shop @ a store called "She By Sheree"??? when she knows good and damn well its gonna be in the same complex with Fashion Bug &amp;amp; Rainbow....and the fact that "she" &amp;amp; NeNe are new best friends KILLS me...The whole argument between her &amp;amp; the party planner MADE MY DAY! But I got mixed feelings as far as who was right and who was wrong....One of the BIGGEST things that I noticed during that whole exchange was that Sheree NEVER once told his ass looka here I'm PAYING YOU....and I can find SOMEBODY ELSE.....now clearly if I was PAYING someone those would've been the FIRST words outta my mouth. But she NEVER said such a thing...unless it didn't make the edits....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;^^^^Please watch that in its entirety. LMAO! They were doing her party for FREE! FOOOOOR FREEEEEEE....Now Sheree was saying (via twitter) that dudes company offered to throw it for free in order to establish some good business for his company...Now that could be true...could be not...But bottom line is the bitch came off as UNGRATEFUL! and Sheree had me crackin' up when she said the "hood" in her wanted to call her homies from Cleveland (or wherever) to come &amp;amp; whoop his ass.....ummm no offense but I mean can you even AFFORD to fly them down here? I'm just sayin..........&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Now he "claims" he's not ghey.... *side eye* and that he's married with 2 kids....mmm hmm whatever you say....I just have one question....What in the FLAMBOYANT FUCKITY HELL was THAT??? How ghey does a nigg@ have to be before he REALIZES he's ghey??? I have NEVER in my life seen a none ghey man say "boo", "your mama" and use such endearing terms like "I eat bitches like you everyday"......CASE CLOSED! nothing wrong with it....if that's YOU....I'm just sayin' EMBRACE it...stop lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I think I hate her the most so far.....She's had a very successful career in front of the scene &amp;amp; behind it....so why she would choose to come on a show like this &amp;amp; share TMI with us, baffles me....Why in the HELL does Kandi talk like that???? Did she have a stroke? (lord forgive me) but the shits annoying lol....There were times when I thought she was crying LMAO...I was like hunh? LOL!! WHO THE HELL IS A.J. ????? that nigg@ is an embarrassment! Iz she kray-see??? Dude has SIX DAMN KIDS! FOUR baby mamas....sham-WOW! and what the hell does he do exactly? Because I can't recollect her EVER mentioning that shit...lol...Ring bigger than my head and he ain't got no job.... *side eye* What would possess anybody to wanna marry a nigg@ with SIX kids? Why she better listen to her damn mama? And her daughter? Because they the only ones with sense.. LOL! Her daughter tickled me when she said she's not happy about Kandi getting married &amp;amp; that all them kids wouldn't be her step-siblings, they'd be her friends! LMAO! Do they plan on moving ALL them nigg@s in? Lawd if love is blind....i'mma just pray I keep my sight.....again I say.....SIX KIDS? lol&lt;br /&gt;
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I haven't completely figured her out yet  but she seems SNEAKY! Seems like a little undercover trouble maker tryna come off as the "nice girl".....yeah right?! Her &amp;amp; her hubbies relationship is so adorable to me and the rose pedal treatment he gave her....total awe moment! LOL! However I think it's pretty odd that they don't include her &lt;a href="http://www.blackcelebkids.com/2008/10/09/lisa-wu-hartwells-family-drama-with-ex-keith-sweat/"&gt;OTHER&lt;/a&gt; children (fathered by Keith Sweat) in the show....Does she have custody of them? How they just gonna act like they don't exist? Talkin' about having another baby like that's their ONLY kid...whatever's clever I guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm CONFUSED about her. Who de fuck is Big Papa? Why do Kim's fakes boobs look so balloonish??? Like I said I never watched ANY of last season so I'm in the dark about all the lying and conniving ish everybody's been throwin' out. OK lets say she IS a liar......I know A LOT of liars....and I'm almost sure ALL OF THEM ARE LIARS to some existent. I'm REALLY not feeling how they've ALL jumped on the bandwagon of not liking her. True enough everyone isn't meant to be friends with EVERYBODY! If they have issues then its time to resolve or move the hell on. And when Kim showed up to that party did Lisa REALLY expect her to say hey to them??? GTFOH.....and with all honesty I think NeNe had good intentions of having a sit down with Kim &amp;amp; Sheree HOWEVER....how they gonna try to surprise a bitch with an "intervention" ???? I'dda been mad too...and who's bright idea was it to have this "intervention" in a nice ass restaurant??? They could've got ghetto @ Denny's. More importantly WHO PAID THE BILL??? lmao because they ALL ran outta there!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Lord I can't wait until next week...&lt;br /&gt;
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alright....what are YOUR thoughts??? If I'm unclear about some of the stuff that went down then be my GUEST and clarify it for me...lol...because once again I DID NOT WATCH LAST SEASON! lol.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253763009770027588-5958103016049121117?l=www.gimmethegoodies.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Yeah...Yeah so I know India Arie made that song about "I am not my hair"...yadda yadda blah blah it was fuckin' beautiful....whatever...&lt;br /&gt;
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But it wouldn't be me if I didn't tell you bitches that this "trend" is becoming a bit much...I know everybody was all in shock &amp;amp; awe when that girl...her name fails me right now...you know the one....um she had that song....she be modeling &amp;amp; stuff??? no not her...you know the girl that's been playing tongue tennis with Diddy's balls.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;yeah HER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Now when I initially peeped this sh!t I was like Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn Gina! She looks fucked up....But noooooo y'all (yeah y'all) were cosigning the shit...all like "Oh.Em.Gee it's so hawt".... "It gives her edge"....."she's so fierce"...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;and the whole time I was like....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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All I could think was do you NOT see this bitch?  Does she have a terminal illness??? Was this an accident...did she lose a bet???  Did Diddy go ape shit on her ass??? WHAT HAPPENED! Then the light bulb came on ever so brightly....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;this was a "fashion" statement.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Oh and here's my FAVORITE line from you people..... "she's TOO pretty she needed something to give her EDGE"....*blank stare* Ummm since fuckin' when was it a such thing as being "too pretty" and to the point when you feel like you need to do something drastically FUGLY to balance out your prettiness.... &amp;lt;----- yeah sounds dumb right?! mmm hmm! Bitch get some highlights! Change your lip gloss....and STFU talk'n to me! LOL!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This.Bullsh!t.Has.To.Stop!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Step into my office and have a seat....Lemme break it down just one time *wink* Let's nip this whole "edgy" bullsh!t  in the bud....Being "different" is one thing....but doing something drastically unexpected for the SOLE purpose of shading out your defects and calling it "originality" is something totally different! And by "defects" by no means am I referring to looks....I'm talking about your product. What you're selling to your audience...your livelihood....the success factor!&lt;br /&gt;
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And in most of these chics cases they've fallen victim to what I like to call "the notice me nots syndrome".....&lt;br /&gt;
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"I can't sing...I can't dance...&lt;span style="color: #ccffff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; I'm pretty"......they notice me! (&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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"My album went triple tampax pearl...&lt;span style="color: #ccffff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; my sister's famous"......they notice me! (&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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^^^^ yeah...you get the drift....&lt;br /&gt;
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Basically they're tryna compensate for what they might've failed at. Like an even exchange of talent for attention.... *sigh* And if you think shaving half your tresses off (eventho 200 chics did it before you) is STILL original then  kewl...by all means DO YOU! All I'm saying is do whatever it is that YOU are good at and leave the "edginess"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;to bitches like this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;in the words of  Webbie "Now THAT's a Bad Bitch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sooooo....I actually watched the ENTIRE show this year including the pre-show...and while I must confess it wasn't a TOTAL let down...I did expect so much more...Here's my mini Recap of the events....&lt;br /&gt;
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Tocarra @ The Red Carpet Pre-Show....who the HELL keeps approving her to host &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;these damn shows...lmao...I like her but this trick is GHETTO....I thought Top Model schooled them gals on public speaking &amp;amp; etiquette...CLEARLY she FAILED....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3pYu1DTI/AAAAAAAACEA/2BGfKSxCOkw/s1600-h/tocarra11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352730078771219762" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3pYu1DTI/AAAAAAAACEA/2BGfKSxCOkw/s400/tocarra11.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 273px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Speaking of Tyra.....what in the FLUCKITY HELL was she wearing??? WHO did her hair??? How do you fuck up a lace front? I don't get it....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3szqaG6I/AAAAAAAACEI/0oe3frUPBRU/s1600-h/tyra000x0262x400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352730137540041634" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3szqaG6I/AAAAAAAACEI/0oe3frUPBRU/s400/tyra000x0262x400.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 479px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 250px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And apparently Three 6 Mafia is STILL getting nominated for awards.....&lt;br /&gt;
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*blank stare*&lt;br /&gt;
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There last single was released back in......ummm...yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski28gEO-PI/AAAAAAAACBI/tPNlQ_o80nQ/s1600-h/05_djpaul_juicyj.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729307645933810" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski28gEO-PI/AAAAAAAACBI/tPNlQ_o80nQ/s400/05_djpaul_juicyj.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 253px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Taraji....Love her...LOVED the look...that hair not so much....I gotta admit I thought it was pretty cute when they had a Baby Boy flashback and Jody aka Tyrese got on the stage...well ummm....until Ving Rhames came up and gave the audience an ignant display of niggatry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3pGkWokI/AAAAAAAACD4/D5KeeSrbmu4/s1600-h/tarajinip2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352730073895445058" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3pGkWokI/AAAAAAAACD4/D5KeeSrbmu4/s400/tarajinip2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 279px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;LeToya...Her pre-show performance...2 thumbs up!!! She did her thing...them shoes are ooogly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3o404YBI/AAAAAAAACDw/qEARrh14C54/s1600-h/letoyallll.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352730070206668818" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3o404YBI/AAAAAAAACDw/qEARrh14C54/s400/letoyallll.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 277px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Kanyeezy and Amber Rose.....That Amber always manages to steal the scene....Bad Bitch! Question tho....does she talk??? Never heard her say shit....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3okhvfrI/AAAAAAAACDo/8-tQxjQ3wWE/s1600-h/KW2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352730064757685938" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3okhvfrI/AAAAAAAACDo/8-tQxjQ3wWE/s400/KW2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 273px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Arsenio Hall....I ain't seen this nigg@ since Coming To America...lmao...so RANDOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski29UOr5PI/AAAAAAAACBg/Y4NCjKQSMbs/s1600-h/14_arseniohall.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729321648415986" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski29UOr5PI/AAAAAAAACBg/Y4NCjKQSMbs/s400/14_arseniohall.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 296px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
GHEY26.....No Comment....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3ek5yB2I/AAAAAAAACDI/GE7JLL2yCac/s1600-h/fz7rd2oZqv2zesk8g2zkFXD2zB6pHoBc8jx.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729893059823458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3ek5yB2I/AAAAAAAACDI/GE7JLL2yCac/s400/fz7rd2oZqv2zesk8g2zkFXD2zB6pHoBc8jx.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 260px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Keri Hilson...HATE the hair...the dress got mixed revues but I actually like it and her skin is FLAWLESS....bitch! LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3ofuGmbI/AAAAAAAACDg/Ss18srQsyf0/s1600-h/kerihilson11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352730063467354546" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3ofuGmbI/AAAAAAAACDg/Ss18srQsyf0/s400/kerihilson11.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 271px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Her performance??? ummmm yeah....alrighty then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3eFLSbsI/AAAAAAAACC4/TZFVa34-Nws/s1600-h/ce92c25f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729884543315650" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3eFLSbsI/AAAAAAAACC4/TZFVa34-Nws/s400/ce92c25f.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 273px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Alicia.....HOT!!!!!!!!!!!! Would've loved to see her perform tho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3RIVVttI/AAAAAAAACCw/k1tfpnQu_rc/s1600-h/alicia010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729662052480722" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3RIVVttI/AAAAAAAACCw/k1tfpnQu_rc/s400/alicia010.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 232px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I think it's safe to say that Jamie was damn near a one man show...and I loved every bit of it...Why did his MJ glove KILL me tho??? It looks like a bedazzled oven glove...LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3e_IvkmI/AAAAAAAACDY/kft6YfuiynE/s1600-h/jamie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729900101898850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3e_IvkmI/AAAAAAAACDY/kft6YfuiynE/s400/jamie.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Even though Marlon Waynans totally gave the surprise away @ the pre-show...I was STILL excited to see New Edition open the show singing I Want You Back....Bobby looked a HOT MELTED ASSED MESS!&lt;br /&gt;
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and eeeeeeeeeew&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/14924974.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/14924974.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;did you see him do that nasty ass tongue flip???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3eLtsdbI/AAAAAAAACDA/9lVb1CZBKeA/s1600-h/f2frjvV8zb2kSUOKdh1VxrRtSMBH87Zx5W0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729886298240434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3eLtsdbI/AAAAAAAACDA/9lVb1CZBKeA/s400/f2frjvV8zb2kSUOKdh1VxrRtSMBH87Zx5W0.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 364px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My boo Ronnie is STILL looking good....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski28z8h10I/AAAAAAAACBQ/WVlIR0dQqdY/s1600-h/08_ronniedevoe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729312982325058" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski28z8h10I/AAAAAAAACBQ/WVlIR0dQqdY/s400/08_ronniedevoe.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 307px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Loved Ciara's Red Carpet look...that dress is CUTEEEEEE!!! and EFF her calves....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3Qjm5usI/AAAAAAAACCg/iiyz31qTa1s/s1600-h/53830_ciara_122_593lo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729652194032322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3Qjm5usI/AAAAAAAACCg/iiyz31qTa1s/s400/53830_ciara_122_593lo.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 228px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Her performance got mixed reviews but HELL I actually liked it...Yeah she should've actually DANCED but hey....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3Q55dMEI/AAAAAAAACCo/rsR3nRkTZVI/s1600-h/53833_ciara_129_122_509lo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729658177433666" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3Q55dMEI/AAAAAAAACCo/rsR3nRkTZVI/s400/53833_ciara_129_122_509lo.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 278px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Beyoncé....Dereon original???? I seriously doubt it because it's actually cute? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3QlqxCMI/AAAAAAAACCY/IDw_YZh7lN8/s1600-h/33407_Celebutopia-Beyonce_arrives_a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729652747110594" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3QlqxCMI/AAAAAAAACCY/IDw_YZh7lN8/s400/33407_Celebutopia-Beyonce_arrives_a.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 277px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Her performance....BEAUTIFUL...annnd we got to see her in her Wedding Dress/Tinker Bell costume....BUT....I didn't get that shit @ all....WTF was the point??? I was expecting an MJ song or something....HIGHLY disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski_RtvuDoI/AAAAAAAACEQ/SuX_b20nB3w/s1600-h/05-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352738468188262018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski_RtvuDoI/AAAAAAAACEQ/SuX_b20nB3w/s400/05-1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 323px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;WACK.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3QcY-4cI/AAAAAAAACCQ/7sN56R6RhnA/s1600-h/32_jayz.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729650256601538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3QcY-4cI/AAAAAAAACCQ/7sN56R6RhnA/s400/32_jayz.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 312px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Maxwell.....mmmmm mmmmm GOOD! Definitely the HIGHLIGHT of the show for me...I don't think there was a dry pair of drawls in the building after his performance..LMAO...men included!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3HTfaldI/AAAAAAAACCI/0xKzi1iBP5Y/s1600-h/30_maxwell.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729493248841170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3HTfaldI/AAAAAAAACCI/0xKzi1iBP5Y/s400/30_maxwell.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 309px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The GHETTO TWINS performed...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3HWHpC4I/AAAAAAAACCA/PxDervuTmkI/s1600-h/27_monica.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729493954431874" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3HWHpC4I/AAAAAAAACCA/PxDervuTmkI/s400/27_monica.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 258px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;IDK which one I hated more...Keyshia's taking the lead tho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3HDICMMI/AAAAAAAACB4/U9J73ddD4Kg/s1600-h/25_keyshia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729488855806146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3HDICMMI/AAAAAAAACB4/U9J73ddD4Kg/s400/25_keyshia.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 271px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ne-Yo was actually my FAVE of the night even tho my heart dropped EVERY time he flipped his hat off...but I think Mike would be proud...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was actually astonished to see Joe Jackson in the building....and my MOUTH literally DROPPED when they interviewed him on the red carpet asking about funeral arrangements and he cut off the interviewer to plug &amp;amp; promote his new record label....WOAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;and the show stopper of the night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3e5S3enI/AAAAAAAACDQ/M8OjEy9_1Ng/s1600-h/getImage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352729898533747314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Ski3e5S3enI/AAAAAAAACDQ/M8OjEy9_1Ng/s400/getImage.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Janet spoke on her families behalf...I was two blinks away from tears as she spoke....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;All in All it wasn't a BAD show...I think the tributes could've been WAY better but they did well considering the 3 day notice...and ALL the new generation performers need to FALL BACK and watch how its done because the OJays, New Edition, BBD, Keith Sweat all the OLD SCHOOL shit had me JAMMIN'....&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and word on the innanets is that C.Breezy was scheduled to perform a Tribute to MJ but ole' Hawaiian Silky spokes model Al Sharpoton got him pulled from the show...How fucked up is that??? I have my opinions about it...what are your thoughts??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253763009770027588-356590434069091210?l=www.gimmethegoodies.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;The Day I Got Fired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;This is gonna be an odd one so bare with me...&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd only been with the company for about 4-5 months and during that short period I can honestly say that it was the MOST stressful ordeal I've ever experienced in MY LIFE...I should've known from the beginning that something was quite "off" with these people but yet I ignored the signs in hopes of starting something "fresh". I was hired as an Admin along with 2 others. One who'd already been there &amp;amp; the other came along shortly after. The funny thing, from day 1 it was never "clear" on what exactly we'd be doing. The only thing I was told is that they needed "a lot" of help around the office. A few weeks had past and I found myself getting quite bored with my position and lack of responsibility. I felt like my skill set wasn't being put to use and I knew if I had any intentions on staying there...something had to be done about this. So I did what any ambitious and goal oriented individual would do....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I decided to have a sit-down with my supervisor. Let's just say she wasn't the most "intellectual" bird on the sidewalk....you know what? Phuck it! she was dumb as a doorknob and had no managerial skills WHATSOEVER! and if I saw her dumb ass on the street today I'd probably stick my foot out and watch her fall! *woosah* Okay so i gave her the spill about how I felt like I needed something more "challenging"and that I was becoming quite bored. So I WILL give her the benefit of doubt because she DID take immediate action in an effort to fix my concerns. She met with myself and a few of the managers that I had been hired to assist. They all came to an agreement that they would indeed "try" to find more for me to do...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Unfortunately, it wasn't for the better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SkIdYbJPAPI/AAAAAAAAB-0/bg7Uu5xFds4/s1600-h/rds116419.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350871612710125810" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SkIdYbJPAPI/AAAAAAAAB-0/bg7Uu5xFds4/s400/rds116419.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 273px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;They started giving me BULLSH!T assignments...I mean dumb ass shit...Now don't get me wrong I knew from jump that being an Admin is like the equivalency of being an "Executive Bellhop" and being treated as a flunky was only to be expected. But when so called "managers" are delegating "tedious" assignments such as sticking tabs on 3 Manila folders or color coding a few labels  it only leaves one to believe that either &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; They're insulting my intelligence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; They really don't have shit for me to do [or] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;C.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; They were fuckin' with me...&lt;br /&gt;
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I concluded that it was all three...a couple months went by, a few of my tasks picked up but the majority of it was the same bullshit. And honestly my initiative started decreasing because I felt like it was in vain. My supervisor made it no better...she'd hold weekly meetings with the Admins asking how things were coming along and requesting a written report of what we did for the week...lmao..mine was always like 2 sentences of course. And on top of all that this bitch had the audacity to try and micro-manage us...She was on our backs every damn day...if it wasn't one thing it was another...always dumb shit...always get the fuck outta my face type of shit. It was more than obvious that she had ZERO managerial skills and was only "placed" in that position...well the worse got WORSE! Those people were the most meeting having people I have EVER seen in my damn life. Hell I never stayed @ my damn desk because I was ALWAYS in some type of bullshit ass meeting every 30 minutes. Oh and I can't forget I had only been there a total of 4-5 months and had already seen 15 people quit...lmao...and I'm not exaggerating it was literally 15 people I could name ALL of them. And the bad part is that we were a VERY small company...probably less than 40 employees.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not to mention the people were weird as fuck...One of the other Admins that I'd grown close too was feeling the exact same way as me and we would vent about it daily. She was a little bit more thick skinned than me and tried to encourage &amp;amp; motivate me despite the circumstance. (I still talk to her today)  but I was STRESSED...I mean to the point when I was thinking about those people when I went home and when I woke up...It started to take a physical toll on me...I was having headaches, my skin would breakout and my hair wasn't growing...all of which were VERY abnormal for me. My morale was on a downward spiral...&lt;br /&gt;
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They'd assigned me to support our Technical Staff and boy was that "interesting"...The Director of Technical Support asked me to start attending their weekly meetings so I could get familiar &amp;amp; take the minutes....(oh what a joy) *sigh* So the first couple meetings I'd taken a few notes and to be honest I felt like a fish out of water because I wasn't exactly familiar with the "technical" lingo they were using...but nonetheless I listened and still managed to come up with the best I got from it. Welp...that wasn't good enough...Dude looked over it and told me it wasn't exactly what he was looking for...So I asked him to explain to me what it was he wanted me to make note of...and he nonchalantly responded "I don't really care to go into that..my only suggestion is for you to try and grasp it from listening @ the meetings"...LMAO!  all I could think was nigg@ izzz you serious?! I'm coming to you asking what it is that you're looking for and you brush me off?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;So I'm like cool, Fuck You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SkIwZ4LUo9I/AAAAAAAAB-8/PYiz_sWv1Xg/s1600-h/bigstockphoto_Talk_To_The_Hand_-_Bu.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350892528404308946" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SkIwZ4LUo9I/AAAAAAAAB-8/PYiz_sWv1Xg/s400/bigstockphoto_Talk_To_The_Hand_-_Bu.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 272px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;My morale was already low and shit like that made me not give a damn anymore...I stopped taking notes in his meetings and at one point I even skipped a few...He never said a thing to me about it though. In fact no one EVER said a thing to me about anything I'd done good nor bad. We had an office "Retreat" coming up and I'd already made up my mind that there was no way I wanted to spend outside time with those losers.. (lmao) so I was like fuck it...I'm not going. Oh management was like "we really want you to go Odara..it'll be beneficial and you can get to know some of us better"...I was like blah blah...womp womp! Hell No I Won't Go!!! (lmfao)&lt;br /&gt;
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So around that time our 90 day job appraisals were coming up and each manager we supported were supposed to write about our work ethic and other dumb shit. So the other two Admins get theirs and they all smiling and shit cause it's a good report I guess. So I brief over mine and it's all bad shit... "she doesn't take initiative"..."she doesn't take meeting minutes"..."she doesn't work well in groups"..."she's a good for nothing bum"...(okay I made the last one up) but that's what they were saying in so many words. So naturally I was offended and got upset...because I felt like no one EVER said shit to me about my work ethic and I was ALWAYS asking for more things to do...so I assumed there's no problem. DUH! (lmao) WRONG! So one of the ditsy ass blond directors goes over the evaluation with me...she expressed her concerns and I expressed mine....I was kinda emotional because I was just taken aback by the way some of them phrased and worded my performance in that evaluation...some of the shit they said was just cold. They made it seem like NOTHING good came from me, I wasn't worth a damn and NEVER did shit...I felt like if that was the case they should've spoke the fuck up along time ago...Now true enough I DID take my time doing some of the simple dumb shit they were giving me because I felt like that shit didn't take priority over some of the REAL work I was doing. When I first started I was bubbly, willing to help and was taking all kinds of "initiative"...but apparently nobody noticed that shit. Whatever...all that shit just gave me more ammunition to continue my job search and get the fuck outta there...&lt;br /&gt;
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So this office retreat was approaching and they started to take notice that a bunch of people were backing out of going. So all of a sudden they hold a meeting talking about they were making it mandatory that we had to go...Needless to say I'm stubborn and when my mind is set on something that's how shits going down no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;so I was like....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/whateverx.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/whateverx.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 202px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 270px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Pshhhhh...I'm STILL not going...So just to cover my ass I hit up our Corporate Office and spoke with one of the broads in HR to see if making a retreat in the gotdamn woods mandatory was in accordance with policy....I think I had sent her an email prior to this regarding it too...But in so many words she shut my ass down with the quickness and was like "YES, Just go"...So the blond bitch I had a convo with earlier hit me up through email and was like "It's mandatory, and I need to know your decision by the end of the day" (lmao) Once again I'm stubborn so I took my time replying to that bitch and decided I'd respond tomorrow...And at that point I just sucked the shit up and had made up in my mind that I would go...just to save face...I felt like they already didn't like me so why add fuel to the fire...&lt;br /&gt;
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Let's just say I think that letter to HR was the beginning of the END...I came in the next day and was having an "average" day considering the circumstances. The day was winding down and it was less than an hour until time for me to get off. At the time I didn't recognize the small things that were about to take place in such a short amount of time...but now that I look back on it...it's so clear...I was sitting @ the front office which was also a shared office and one of the ladies started asking me questions...now we'd talked before but this time it seemed slightly odd. She was asking me shit like if I thought this was a difficult environment to work in yadda yadda...she was asking me about college...what I plan to do when I finish...blah blah blah...I still didn't think anything of it because we'd talked before...and I'd considered her an "alright" person. So shortly after; our Executive Admin came yapping in my face asking me about shit that only I did or knew how to do that involved work. She started asking me for the general passwords I used when I ordered supplies for the company, where I kept keys to shit and other hoopla...she was ALWAYS a fucking pest so I STILL didn't think anything of it...&lt;br /&gt;
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So probably about 10-15 minutes later...ditsy blond chic (I mentioned earlier) comes to the door asking can she meet with me briefly in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; DIRECTOR's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; office...Like I said before they were ALWAYS having meetings about shit...I thought it was kinda strange that they would get @ me a half hour before it was time to leave but I STILL never put two &amp;amp; two together...I just figured they were gonna reprimand or try to convince my ass to go on the dumb ass retreat...So I get in the Director's office he's sitting behind his desk and ditsy blond is sitting next to an empty seat in front of him and asks me to have a seat...So blond chic is quiet the entire time and lets the Director talk...he starts off by pointing to his telephone and tells me that they have Ms. So &amp;amp; So from Corporate HR on the speaker phone...I'm like ummm okay?! I didn't say shit I just let him talk...Then he goes on to say "Odara you've been with us for like what 3 months now" I interrupt him and say "It's been five"...so he continues "5 months now and we just feel like you don't fit in he-----"....Before he could finish that last word I interrupted him...I smiled and said "so are you letting me go?" ....he smirks and nods yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SkJl-VQlL1I/AAAAAAAAB_M/0L6epbleXZo/s1600-h/is373059.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350951428802555730" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SkJl-VQlL1I/AAAAAAAAB_M/0L6epbleXZo/s400/is373059.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Honestly I reacted differently than I thought I would've...I was really calm and numb during the whole process. So after he nods I proceed to stand up and ask "can I go collect my things now?"...He says yes and the blond chic says "Thanks fo everything Odara"...It happened so quickly I didn't know how to feel...before I walked out of the office the HR Rep, that was still on the speaker phone chimed in and said "wait...I just want to know if Odara understands why and what's going on and do you have any questions or anything to add?" (lmao...like I fuckin' cared why...all I know is they were giving my ass the boot and I wanted to Exit stage left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMMEDIATELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;) So I replied to the woman on the other end of the speaker phone and said "I just need to recollect my thoughts and collect my things" she started to speak again but by that time I had already opened the door and headed back to my desk to get my shit....As I walked out of the office I noticed the Executive Admin standing outside her office door which was right next to his...and guess who was standing by her...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Mr. Technical Director himself, who was also the office's only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; black guy..let's just call him "Toby"....They both glanced at me and all I could do was shake my head as I stormed back to my desk. Its funny when I think about it today...I know EXACTLY why they had Toby's ass  standing outside that damn door...so fucking typical....They thought the little black girl was gonna lose her cool.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;and do this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;and big BLACK strong monkey ass Toby was gonna save the day! LMAO...silly rabbit ass fools...like I said in the moment of it all I didn't know how to feel...I was just focused on one thing...which was getting out of that damn building. Thankfully I didn't have anything to pack but my purse and my reading glasses as I grabbed my purse out of the drawer, Ms. Executive Admin comes strutting in saying that she "has to watch me pack" and asked for my office keys.. lmao! I started to throw the keys on the floor but I took the respectful route and handed them to her...So I got my purse in one hand and I remembered that I still had some personal files on the desktop of my computer as well as some photos so I grab the mouse with intentions on deleting the shit....(I know Tech ppl can STILL recover that type of shit if they want to) but I wasn't really thinking...shit I didn't have much time to think. So as I'm dragging shit over to the recycle bin, ole girl says "Please leave the computer as it is" I responded "I have photos that I need to delete"and continue what I'm doing...so she says "Please leave everything alone or else I'm going to have to go get the Director" (lmao) So I told her "You're going to NEED the police"...hahahahaha!!! So I deleted most of my shit and she stood her ass right there and clinched her coffee stained teeth until I finished...the WHOLE time she's apologizing..."I'm really sorry"...."I'm really sorry this had to happen"...I didn't say one word...I stormed passed her and headed towards the door...then I see her ass come around the corner following me..so now I'm getting pissed...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;and looking like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;and she goes "I'm so sorry Odara but I have to walk you to the door"...I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOILING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;....not only were you treating me like I stole something, but now you wanna escort my ass to the door???! I could literally feel my neck and face getting hot so I ran towards the door and I hear her heels clicking after me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"GET AWAY FROM ME"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; I snarled back @ her...lmao! She's steady aplogizing and I finally reach the exit...the door led to a stairwell to outside and she'd already taken my key so there was no way I could've came back up if I wanted to...I remember busting the door open with my knee (hahaha) and I SWEAR I was thinking so irrational by the time that door busted open because all I knew is if she had the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUDACITY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;to follow my ass down them stairs it was gonna be ME &amp;amp; HER in that BITCH! lmfao...I was gonna push her ass down them concrete stairs...she stopped just as I slammed the door in her face...lucky for her....&lt;br /&gt;
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So as I'm walking to my car everything starts to hit me @ once...My thoughts were so scrambled and all I could think was shit I JUST BOUGHT A NEW CAR! lmfao! (and they KNEW that too) IDK why that was the ONLY thing that came to my mind...I didn't give a shit about my other bills because hell I stayed with my folks...LOL! So I had parked about 2 blocks over and on my way to the lot the first person I called was my MAMA! (lol) All I remember is her picking up and me saying "They just fired me" then bursting into tears...LOL!!! then she said "Just come home" (lmao...like I had somewhere else to go)....&lt;br /&gt;
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I can actually laugh at ALL of this as I look back at it now because if anything it definitely was an experience to learn from. I was VERY unhappy there, stressed even cried about it...and I think that was God's way of removing me from the situation. I'm Thankful for it...&lt;br /&gt;
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The even better part is that I was able to qualify for Unemployment because they reviewed my claim and concluded that since I was NEVER warned that my so called actions could or would lead to a possible dismissal...Woop! Woop!&lt;br /&gt;
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I never missed a car note...never missed any bill because of it...that's because "the kid" is highly favored *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/342.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/342.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 270px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I even remember the song that was playing in the car as I drove home that day....LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #ccffff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*shouts out to BJ for the gifs*&lt;br /&gt;
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(We can also blame it on pure laziness....well some of it....okay...okay ALL of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nonetheless I've been brainstorming.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SjaN8vxcrCI/AAAAAAAAB9s/ye8Iel5igXw/s1600-h/rds098305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SjaN8vxcrCI/AAAAAAAAB9s/ye8Iel5igXw/s400/rds098305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347617682304576546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while this may be exciting news to most of you... (insert explicative here) I on the other hand am not THAT excited about this...but HELL it makes for good entertainment... *shrugs* Welp...some of you may or may not know that &lt;s&gt;Ghey J&lt;/s&gt; Ray J has started casting for Season 2 of "For The Love of Ray J"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was my reaction after hearing this sh!t...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w244/aprilm18_2007/gifs/2vj2afn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w244/aprilm18_2007/gifs/2vj2afn.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah..Yeah this comes as no surprise, I figured the little dummy was gonna follow in the footsteps of ALL the other VH1 shows and do a sequel. Annnnnnd I know I SWORE I wasn't gonna partake in providing the weekly recaps EVER again....but... *in my Judge Mathis voice* "Times were rough...I had to make due"...(LOL) What the hell, i'm gonna give it another go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SjacbFXRsBI/AAAAAAAAB90/ZW_fuyyp_IY/s1600-h/rayj_reveal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SjacbFXRsBI/AAAAAAAAB90/ZW_fuyyp_IY/s400/rayj_reveal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347633596659249170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So if you wanna take a sneak peak @ some of the newest slores auditioning for the cast...OR...if you are interested in becoming the next skeeza of love....by all means have a looksee ---&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.gotcast.com/casting-calls/For-The-Love-of-Ray-J-Season-2/54296"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. There are only 25 days left to cast your votes and enter...so JUMP on it (or not)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* this is gonna be a wild one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tuned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253763009770027588-3518524754849063338?l=www.gimmethegoodies.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;......Complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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and I get sick of people saying "you don't have anything to complain about"..."be thankful for what you got"....No STFU cuz I got issues maaaaaan! I feel like being a bitch today with no just cause...I feel like being a grouch...I feel like growling @ the next person who smiles @ me....aren't we ALL entitled to have our "Get The Fuck Outta My Face" Days??? Welp, I have one of those at least once a week...iono maybe i'm pre-menstrual....Hell if I am I wouldn't know it cuz that bitch ain't regular...I don't even remember my last one...&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate my damn job maaaaan....."Be glad you have a job" (you can STFU and chew on deeeez please) The highlight of my day is leaving work maaaaaan...."Just find another job" (how bout you just suck horse balls through an 'S' shaped straw!!!!) I hate when ppl say "find another job"....BITCH find me one....cuz the last time I checked they weren't just falling from the sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SiZtisAiklI/AAAAAAAAB7A/UvNvUSUcBpQ/s1600-h/oscar-the-grouch.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343078450618077778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SiZtisAiklI/AAAAAAAAB7A/UvNvUSUcBpQ/s400/oscar-the-grouch.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 312px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Why I think my coworkers be on a mission to fuck with me? Being a Receptionist is a HARD job...sadly it doesn't have to be that way...funny thing is...it's not the work but it's the people that make it so unnecessarily stressful. Why I'm bout to give y'all some prime examples of the reasons why I stay cussing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SiZv1CiCg1I/AAAAAAAAB7M/tsWbUDgrlWM/s1600-h/pdsi007591.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343080964925064018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SiZv1CiCg1I/AAAAAAAAB7M/tsWbUDgrlWM/s400/pdsi007591.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 271px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;If I didn't know no better...I'd swear there was a sign JUST like this one, flashing in neon lights above my head...IDK why err'body thinks the receptionist area is a shrine for the lost &amp;amp; found. Examples......(true stories)&lt;br /&gt;
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This broad came to my desk handing me an envelope...Only thing on the envelope was our company's siggy and somebody had handwritten a name on the front....oh and I should point out that this was an EMPTY envelope... "I found this in the bathroom, in case someone comes by  looking for it" yep...that's exactly what she said as she stuck out her hand to give it to me...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;so you know I'm looking @ her ass like this, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SiaCXcHemII/AAAAAAAAB7U/we72xYYnqeg/s1600-h/kaitlyn-eyebrow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343101347117832322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SiaCXcHemII/AAAAAAAAB7U/we72xYYnqeg/s400/kaitlyn-eyebrow.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 323px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Here's my damn issue...first off you handing me something YOU found in the BATHROOM?!!!! (you filthy bitch) What in the Figgity Fuck makes you think I wanna touch it??? What in the Figgity Fuck made YOU touch it??? Why is an EMPTY envelope relevant??? Why common sense NEVER kicked in??? Since I deal with dumb asses on the daily my solution is to get them the eff outta my face STAT....so instead of tryna create logic outta her dumb ass actions I just said "alright" and threw that hoe in the trash...she laughed &amp;amp; gave me a light side eye....Da fuck did she expect?&lt;br /&gt;
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Another dumb ass day...another dumb ass time....&lt;br /&gt;
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I get in the office early &amp;amp; notice there's a jacket and a cell phone just chillen on the floor...THE FLOOR!!! right in front of my desk....so I glance @ it and walk around it, sit down and mind my damn business...(hell I figured if it belonged to somebody they'd come back to get it) I for damn sure wasn't gonna touch it...so the other receptionist (the winch I can't stand) comes in and notices it on the floor...so she says "oh somebody's phone on the floor"...walked past the shit (like I did) and sat down...(oh yeah the phone even rung a couple times b4 anybody got here) I know what y'all thinking...why they didn't pick it up??!!! I'll tell you why I didn't! Bottom line people do STRANGE things around here...and I really didn't feel like getting involved...Hell for all I know somebody could've been kidnapped or murdered and that was the damn evidence...LOL! Anyway another coworker finally saw it and decided to get his "inspector gadget" on...and you better believe I let him...So he starts scrolling through the phone looking for a name or something and comes to the "brilliant" conclusion that whoever owns it is "Asian"....I just roll my eyes like well whatever then I say maybe it was someone from the cleanup crew? Then I volunteer to send a email out to everybody letting them know they need to come claim they shit if it's theirs....Bout an hour later I get an email from "the usual suspect" talkin bout it's hers, she's not in the office today and can I just put it on her desk?!!!! (and NO she's NOT Asian lol)*blank stare* who DOES shit like that? How do you forget everything you came to work with and then be all calm &amp;amp; collect about it?? WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;The phones also make me ill...they STAY ringing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SiaQzCXTE1I/AAAAAAAAB7c/hpXbFMJTaF4/s1600-h/pe0063082.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343117214403990354" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SiaQzCXTE1I/AAAAAAAAB7c/hpXbFMJTaF4/s400/pe0063082.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 293px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;People STAY calling in asking dumb questions...."Is so &amp;amp; so here today?" (nope) "can you connect me with their assistant" (da hell makes u think they got an assistant and they a damn clerk?) "yes am I calling the unemployment office?" (no you're not) "well do you have their number?" (no but I could google it &amp;amp; check my local phonebook; like you should have) "I was just connected to so &amp;amp; so and they're not answering the phone" (silence) "mam you still there?" (yes, did their voicemail system come on?) "yes but I want to talk to them directly so I pressed 0 to get back to you" (mam my suggestion to you would be to leave a voice message so they know that you called them...they probably just stepped away for a sec) "can I hold for them" (mam, I have no way of telling if they've returned to their desk or not) "oh okay can I leave a message with you?" (I will transfer you back to their voicemail *click*)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;and on top of the calls &amp;amp; the constant fewls in my face....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SiaYtBxaO9I/AAAAAAAAB7k/6bMzKQbhH18/s1600-h/is0266i01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343125907258883026" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SiaYtBxaO9I/AAAAAAAAB7k/6bMzKQbhH18/s400/is0266i01.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 273px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;somedays I get a shitload of crap to do thrown @ me....although it's nothing I can't handle it STILL bothers me when I start looking @ my paycheck....&lt;br /&gt;
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somedays I'm happy...most days I'm thankful...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;a lot of days I just wanna stomp off and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I try not to complain....I promise I do try...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But today ain't one of them days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I'm all late with the majority of this but...um...who cares? LOL!! Anywho I watch a LOT of reality TV &amp;amp; like I said last time there's no way I can cover ALL of them...So lets just deal with a few of them that concern me the MOST right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Charm School 3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShKc84k6AII/AAAAAAAAB2Q/LnvdLoxqD9Q/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShKc84k6AII/AAAAAAAAB2Q/LnvdLoxqD9Q/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337501078180724866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*sigh* So I missed the first episode but I was able to catch up last night...and real talk IDK if I'm gonna be able to continue watching this shit. First off lets state the obvious...A HOUSE FULL OF HOES IS DESTINED FOR FAILURE! And Rock of Love chic's VS Real Chance chic's WTF were they thinking exactly? Here's what bothered me about last nights show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These Loud Mouth Winches Right Here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShKfE3WmItI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ljYVHYAALRQ/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShKfE3WmItI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ljYVHYAALRQ/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337503414314476242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They DISGUST me! Now I'm all for the fuckery like the next person BUT women...(no...no their not even WORTHY of being called women) LOT LIZARDS like these 2 skanks almost make me embarrassed that we share a common link which is our skin tone...All I could do was SMH last night as I watched what transpired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShKieLJ-kJI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Ae7ua094akA/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShKieLJ-kJI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Ae7ua094akA/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337507147661873298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now true enough Bubble's ain't ALL THE WAY wrapped too tight...but isn't that all the more reason to embrace her silly ass? IDK maybe I just think differently from the norm but COWARDS prey on the WEAK &amp;amp; impressionable...and real talk I was kinda bothered by that bullshit...I mean the girl TRIED to stand up to the bitches &amp;amp; explain how they hurt her "feelings"...and what do the simple hoes do? ATTACK her even more...But that's not even the part that makes me ill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShKm_v2EzkI/AAAAAAAAB2o/xCDVhSoGMOM/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShKm_v2EzkI/AAAAAAAAB2o/xCDVhSoGMOM/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337512122492702274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ricky made the decision to send the Villain home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHICH WAS THE RIGHT CHOICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...but naturally her 3 hype men; Risky, Bay3 &amp;amp; So Hood felt like KiKi was soooooo mistreated during the elimination. Womp fucking WOMP! Bottom line bitch was disrespectful, confrontational &amp;amp; out of pocket....and after seeing the preview to next weeks episode I SERIOUSLY might not be watching the remainder of this show...since these chics are tryna make KiKi going home a RACE issue...GTFOH...shit had NOTHING to do with color...(hoodrat sumamaBITCHes) LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;College Hill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShK9DSLowfI/AAAAAAAAB2w/qPCPNdvAVpI/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShK9DSLowfI/AAAAAAAAB2w/qPCPNdvAVpI/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337536372505362930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to kinda wonder what the acronym which is BET REALLY stands for??? (Buffoon Entertainment TV? yes? no?) Either way I'm convinced they know Exaaaaaaaaaactly what their doing to keep us tuning in...lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS.NICCA.RIGHT.HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQPYZk-4DI/AAAAAAAAB3I/OI-z7aYohlQ/s1600-h/38c58e85-142c-8035-7b0b-591e1f2dc989-ontv_fb_ch_ep10_kyle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQPYZk-4DI/AAAAAAAAB3I/OI-z7aYohlQ/s400/38c58e85-142c-8035-7b0b-591e1f2dc989-ontv_fb_ch_ep10_kyle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337908370198159410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I refuse to believe he acts like that OFF camera...unh..unh...WHERE ARE HIS PARENTS??? cuz THEY need to be beat for producing such a FLAMBOYANT creature...So let me just go ahead and drop my concerns about this whole rib incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHYyyyyyyyyyyyyy???? he had on them too little ass shorts &amp;amp; that smedium shirt? Was I the onlyiest one bothered by that shit???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG! The way he was sucking on that rib on the steps then looked @ the cam &amp;amp; gave us them GHEY bedroom eyes...LMFAO...damn near murked my soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why was he tryna get all french talkin' about he was tryna preserve the sweet mesquite taste by placing them thangz in the microwave??? I'dda just threw them hoes in the fridge and been done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But Y'all??? he KEPT describing that damn meat like he was gonna fuck it later on....lmao...savering the grilled flavors &amp;amp; shit...lmao..so GHEY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's talk about this chic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQPYrNUjFI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/InMV_HvRyd4/s1600-h/74bc1632-0e41-2685-c17b-ce973f766e2d-ontv_fb_ch_ep10_PaulKay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQPYrNUjFI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/InMV_HvRyd4/s400/74bc1632-0e41-2685-c17b-ce973f766e2d-ontv_fb_ch_ep10_PaulKay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337908374930754642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REVOKING.HER.ETHNIC.LICENSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First off....there is NO way i'dda let his sugar in the booty ass PUNK me! Hell yeah Kathryn was wrong for touching his shit but dammit it was SO worth it...lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and he would NOT have got the whole $10 cuz she ain't eat THAT much of it... lmao he had already ate half the slab....shiiiiiid he would've got $5 @ MOST...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQPYyWAadI/AAAAAAAAB3g/dR7DkyO5EOg/s1600-h/ceb6c1e2-2241-cc65-d7d9-ad9bd55cadf8-ontv_fb_ch6_ep11_Refund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQPYyWAadI/AAAAAAAAB3g/dR7DkyO5EOg/s400/ceb6c1e2-2241-cc65-d7d9-ad9bd55cadf8-ontv_fb_ch6_ep11_Refund.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337908376846232018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when he threw that money back on the pool table and told her to put the shit in the microwave...I was like......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w244/aprilm18_2007/gifs/Boneefa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 240px;" src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w244/aprilm18_2007/gifs/Boneefa.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as soon as that money dropped out his prissy ass hands...the camera men would've had to stop filming cuz  it woulda took ALL of 'em to pry my grip off his throat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when she actually put the money in that damn microwave I lost ALL respect for her ass...I mean she already TRIED to pay him the money...but his ass went TOO far...It's one thing to cuss her ass out about it BUT I'll be damned if a nigg@ is gonna degrade me in the process...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAN'T.STAND.HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQPYy82fBI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/5ziUM8Wa4js/s1600-h/c8884075-adf0-cd8d-1af7-d7c423c237d2-ontv_fb_ch_ep7_Brandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQPYy82fBI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/5ziUM8Wa4js/s400/c8884075-adf0-cd8d-1af7-d7c423c237d2-ontv_fb_ch_ep7_Brandon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337908377009159186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact ALL the dudes in the house are bitches...can't stand none of 'em...But Brandon's ass erks me the MOST. It's obvious that he's feeling himself WAY too much...Just reminds me of one of them pretty boy type dudes who THINKS &amp;amp; just KNOWS he's cute...lmao...(he not even cute) then he's a damn liar....I can't wait till somebody beats his ass in the house...hopefully it'll be Kyle... *PAUSE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taking The Stage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQSBVJzPaI/AAAAAAAAB3o/kIUvHiUPmj8/s1600-h/Ballet-Slipper-Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQSBVJzPaI/AAAAAAAAB3o/kIUvHiUPmj8/s400/Ballet-Slipper-Group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337911272408300962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this season is over and I missed the finale...but I just wanna say DON'T SLEEP ON THIS SHOW! If you haven't been tuning in then CATCH UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH.EM.GEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQTWvFTyFI/AAAAAAAAB3w/JsWNE4OR90I/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQTWvFTyFI/AAAAAAAAB3w/JsWNE4OR90I/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337912739657664594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mia is such a little skank...I'm REALLY gonna need her to get off Tyler's nutz....lol...like SERIOUSLY! This skeffa STAYS crossing the damn line for a boy that is NOT hers!!! And she is NOT totally to blame for this because Tyler has NEVER declined Mia's propositions. I do NOT understand what he sees in her OVER Jasmine!!! I mean I do think it's obvious that Tyler &amp;amp; Mia have a connection when it comes to their passions which is singing &amp;amp; dancing but beyond that point I draw a blank...lol..I don't see the chemistry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQW1QVB4wI/AAAAAAAAB34/vTMZ6CWP_S0/s1600-h/XV3J2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ShQW1QVB4wI/AAAAAAAAB34/vTMZ6CWP_S0/s400/XV3J2321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337916562512929538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although I DID think Jasmine was the OBVIOUSLY better choice for him...after watching this season I can kinda SEE why he lost interest in her... She was WAY too clingy and TOO damn passive...She let Mia slide 1 too many times without checking her ass about tryna get too "friendly" with her man...and I was SOooooooooo pissed she LET Tyler breakup with her ass FIRST...lmao...he's the one being grimy and THEN he dumps her...WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL of these kids have talent &amp;amp; I can't wait to see what happens next season....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253763009770027588-1925466197177067685?l=www.gimmethegoodies.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Okay good...let's jump right in...I just wanna start off by saying my predictions I did before the show were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; on point!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so we all know during the last episode he made the decision to meet the remaining three girls parents before he made his next elimination. But after Danger's very peculiar breakdown ole' Ray finally came to terms with the fact that she may be just a wee bit....ummmm...Schizo-Bipolar-ish???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfBtk3cUIoI/AAAAAAAABsM/_xDx6VLpynY/s1600-h/2-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfBtk3cUIoI/AAAAAAAABsM/_xDx6VLpynY/s400/2-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327878839304725122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So he pulls her aside &amp;amp; breaks down his reasoning as to why he feels like @ this point she needs to go home. Honestly, I think she took the news WAY better than I thought she would've. Then again...during her confessional she reassured us all of her psychopathic tendencies when she said "Ray and I Love each other..whoever he picks, he's gonna STILL be with me" &lt;------ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mmmkay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?!  So he breaks the news to the other girls about giving Danger the boot. And of course they're effing ecstatic!!! And I'm sure Unique was relieved that she'd no longer have to sleep under the same roof as the murderer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfBxZ0cIC2I/AAAAAAAABsU/FsqrhdxsyaA/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfBxZ0cIC2I/AAAAAAAABsU/FsqrhdxsyaA/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327883047566576482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's time to head to each girls hometown &amp;amp; meet their folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfG2afe9DUI/AAAAAAAABsk/DaXeXTqK9oU/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfG2afe9DUI/AAAAAAAABsk/DaXeXTqK9oU/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328240400400190786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Up first was Unique...They headed to Cleveland in his "Private Jet" **cough...bullshit...cough**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfG7KCJNQYI/AAAAAAAABss/TmLW_jhTCVk/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfG7KCJNQYI/AAAAAAAABss/TmLW_jhTCVk/s400/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328245615204581762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and during their little plane ride...I hate to say it but I knew Unique sealed her fate when she told him that she wanted him to bring "Willie" to Cleveland instead of "Ray J"...because I guess "Ray J" has too many wild tendencies for her prude ass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...It was almost as if she was asking him NOT to be himself....and I'm sure the little fool didn't like that too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I want to take the time to point this out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfG2aem2p2I/AAAAAAAABsc/PLCMCBgCJas/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfG2aem2p2I/AAAAAAAABsc/PLCMCBgCJas/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328240400164890466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why does this IDIOT insist on wearing that hot, dumb ass chinchilla/rabbit coat? If being named Ray-J ain't tragic enough...he just KEEPS adding insult to injury with this MESS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he meets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mom, pops &amp;amp; 2 sisters. And right off the bat they seemed like a pretty cool little family...nowhere near as prudish as I thought they'd be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfHCSwAwtHI/AAAAAAAABs0/gJzds5WRGFU/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfHCSwAwtHI/AAAAAAAABs0/gJzds5WRGFU/s400/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328253461537535090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they're all chit chatting it up over dinner THEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mom starts grilling his ass! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfHISDYF_cI/AAAAAAAABtM/Skk-cHPxDqM/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfHISDYF_cI/AAAAAAAABtM/Skk-cHPxDqM/s400/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328260046625570242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And she was going HARD!!! Had Ray-J all nervous &amp;amp; shit, sweating bullets @ the dinner table. And to be honest...I wasn't even mad @ moms because she was just doing what any REAL parent would do...which was grill his ass about his intentions with HER daughter. And he tripped me out when he told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mom that she reminded him of HIS mother....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maaaaaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;puh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-lease &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mom kept it TRILL...his mom on the other hand was just cold &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ratchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for no damn reason ...no comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and while the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; dummy was doing this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfHISFvYsHI/AAAAAAAABtE/zT8bi06m2_g/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfHISFvYsHI/AAAAAAAABtE/zT8bi06m2_g/s400/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328260047260135538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pops was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;' in the sidelines cracking the hell up...Daddy was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; with it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfHIR36ZCVI/AAAAAAAABs8/Xz_FJTXEZYk/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfHIR36ZCVI/AAAAAAAABs8/Xz_FJTXEZYk/s400/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328260043548199250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; after they wrapped things up &amp;amp; said their goodbyes it was time for Ray to fly out to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cocktails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hometown Sacramento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfIGtcBl94I/AAAAAAAABtU/4T-YmZsvLL0/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfIGtcBl94I/AAAAAAAABtU/4T-YmZsvLL0/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328328686819473282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and immediately after meeting her folks...Ray J felt right @ home...I mean what better way to shake off the nerves than to partake in a round of shots with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfIGtqLlhUI/AAAAAAAABtc/_y257EA3M2M/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfIGtqLlhUI/AAAAAAAABtc/_y257EA3M2M/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328328690619483458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dinner @ Cocktail's house was like one big Fiesta!!! Although everything was pretty spunky nothing really "mind boggling" happened (see Ray J for the definition of that term) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! So to sum up all the dullness in a few words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy ate Goat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf4s88XojsI/AAAAAAAABww/hupzA2PwyvA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf4s88XojsI/AAAAAAAABww/hupzA2PwyvA/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331748434362273474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy hated Goat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf4s9GZPATI/AAAAAAAABw4/5hXJ9tkbRac/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf4s9GZPATI/AAAAAAAABw4/5hXJ9tkbRac/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331748437053342002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah that was pretty much the highlight for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I gotta say I found it kinda surprising when Ray J said he still kinda felt out of his element with Cocktail's family &amp;amp; felt more @ home with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SfBtk3cUIoI/AAAAAAAABsM/_xDx6VLpynY/s1600-h/2-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf4s8sDlpeI/AAAAAAAABwo/dzroCxmDGs8/s400/1.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 287px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331748429983229410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe it was because Cocktail's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mamacita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; spoke no English or maybe it was because she mentioned she wanted a Bus Load of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nietos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (grandchildren)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt;??? Anyway it was time for them to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Adios&lt;/span&gt; and head to Vegas for the final elimination! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So he had a final one on one with each girl before he made his decision....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf4w-53af1I/AAAAAAAABxA/0qlmS9IX-2A/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf4w-53af1I/AAAAAAAABxA/0qlmS9IX-2A/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752866096512850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During their private dinner I came to the realization that this bitch is GOOFY as hell!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; what took me so long to realize this but all her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;womp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;womping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &amp;amp; monster laughs were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ANNOYING!!! Anyway she finally opened up to him &amp;amp; expressed her feelings. She told him that she always liked him but it wasn't until after he met her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; that she felt a stronger connection &amp;amp; was really starting to fall for him. Ray seemed a little taken aback by her initial statement because he felt like he always liked her without second guessing. But none of that changed where things were headed &amp;amp; he invited her back to his room for a little "desert"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He bought her (well somebody bought it) a diamond necklace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf41HTC85OI/AAAAAAAABxI/TCGBsgSgYcA/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf41HTC85OI/AAAAAAAABxI/TCGBsgSgYcA/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331757408341255394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the rest of the night they did a whole lot of this.... ***gag***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf41HqFHawI/AAAAAAAABxQ/I4NyKe_-4NY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf41HqFHawI/AAAAAAAABxQ/I4NyKe_-4NY/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331757414524349186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cocktail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf45L3OeExI/AAAAAAAABxY/SsRWqV8Jw4s/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf45L3OeExI/AAAAAAAABxY/SsRWqV8Jw4s/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331761884819231506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing I knew from the jump was that her date would be far from DULL...So she puts on her little "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Freakum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Dress" &amp;amp; heads to dinner with "her man"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf46Kc-XclI/AAAAAAAABxg/Y7WG2tRuVgI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf46Kc-XclI/AAAAAAAABxg/Y7WG2tRuVgI/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331762960104125010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So off the bat Ray J starts grilling her ass to see what her expectations &amp;amp; intentions are for him. And of course the bitch starts crying AGAIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!! Then Ray J asked her what she thought of Unique &amp;amp; of course this was the most opportune time to rat her ass out AGAIN...that's what she does best...DUH! So she's yapping about how fake she thinks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is and the  most entertaining part of it all was when she called Ray J's ass a RAPPER!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; never a dull moment I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the waiter brought out Cocktail's gift....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf4-z-v2s8I/AAAAAAAABxo/aMVyre2v4PE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf4-z-v2s8I/AAAAAAAABxo/aMVyre2v4PE/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331768071591211970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ninja's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a pimp...gave BOTH of they asses the same damn necklace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After dinner he takes her back to the hotel for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nightcap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...Very Romantic...Roses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lingerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...and oh yeah a stripper pole in the shower.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf5Cp0wziHI/AAAAAAAABxw/6khJ6ZaA8Ek/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf5Cp0wziHI/AAAAAAAABxw/6khJ6ZaA8Ek/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331772295158663282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And girlie gave him quite a show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf5Cp451OrI/AAAAAAAABx4/f2rXmIteysY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf5Cp451OrI/AAAAAAAABx4/f2rXmIteysY/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331772296270265010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So the next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; he arranges for both of the girls to go shopping for the final eliminations. All I gotta say is Unique has TERRIBLE taste! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! Every dress she tried on was HIDEOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf5Gg2XIhjI/AAAAAAAAByA/h-gHHUppCF4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf5Gg2XIhjI/AAAAAAAAByA/h-gHHUppCF4/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331776539015546418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...it was finally time for a decision to be made....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf5NMX-aawI/AAAAAAAAByY/vkslAVOk62s/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf5NMX-aawI/AAAAAAAAByY/vkslAVOk62s/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331783883842808578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique...she just wasn't what he was looking for. It was more so of a physical attraction than a real connection...And the thing that really killed her chances was when she told him that she liked him now more so than she did before...which had him wondering what exactly were her thoughts of him "before"...I think Ray J said it best when he said "I'd rather you be with a man who is what you want &amp;amp; not what could be what you want"...and all I could think was DAMN she had to get her shit pressed out for nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf5MCqieQMI/AAAAAAAAByQ/tv0aLKRd-kQ/s1600-h/cocktail_interview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sf5MCqieQMI/AAAAAAAAByQ/tv0aLKRd-kQ/s400/cocktail_interview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331782617515573442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cocktail...Bottom line he felt like he could be himself 100% around her. She was spunky, had personality, and never once asked him to change who he was...Yeah she was a snitch throughout the entire ride but hell it WORKED!!! So kudos to her....the GOLD DIGGER got her man!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give them all of three weeks before they introduce Season 2 of this shit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!! And I will NOT be doing a Recap if there is another season of this mess...LOL...this one murdered my soul enough &amp;amp; depleted WAY too many braincells....But it was very entertaining &amp;amp; I appreciate all of you who rode with me on this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y'all know what to do... 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In case ya missed it they aired the "never before seen" footage from the show. And I don't think I'm speaking alone when I say the shit was BORING! So nonetheless I REFUSE to speak on that fuckery!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but...But...BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;y'all DO know what tonight is riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's the Finale!!!! The lil' dudes gonna meet their folks THEN pick his girl....What are YOUR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;predictions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are mine.....(oh &amp;amp; since I've been called a SLUT in a previous post for saying what these hoes make OBVIOUS) lol...I decided to use more flattering pics of these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;tramps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tonight's Predictions.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;he's gonna kick Psychopath to the curb first....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sezl6UU1z_I/AAAAAAAABrc/kUyItX5J8pY/s1600-h/l_19992c7644d6ba9b25277812168e30e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sezl6UU1z_I/AAAAAAAABrc/kUyItX5J8pY/s400/l_19992c7644d6ba9b25277812168e30e2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326885249323749362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(She looks VERY pretty in this pic above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sezl6WRgVDI/AAAAAAAABrk/Qt92gzKDZag/s1600-h/Untitled+-+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sezl6WRgVDI/AAAAAAAABrk/Qt92gzKDZag/s400/Untitled+-+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326885249846629426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Gubment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Monica Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Alias:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Crazed, Slightly Schizo-Bi-Polar-Luna-bitch who's developed a swift &amp;amp;  uncanny (kinda fatal attraction'ish) love for Ray J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Climbing Trees @ 4am, Smoking, Smashing the homies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Highlight Episode:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; The Lie Detector Test which revealed she's actually "contemplated" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;murdering one of the girls..LMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why She's Getting The Deuces:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; The bitch is KAH-RAY-SAY...enuff said! and plus the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; that Ray J probably doesn't wanna risk waking up next to her with a 12 inch rusty machete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;cocked in his spine :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Prude will be the runner up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeznHqJsTyI/AAAAAAAABrs/VN2GvpfX65I/s1600-h/l_8c9b8c1f5951ab658b4d8c24acd19588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeznHqJsTyI/AAAAAAAABrs/VN2GvpfX65I/s400/l_8c9b8c1f5951ab658b4d8c24acd19588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326886578032496418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;( I will refrain from discussing her curly Reponsal wig...I just won't do it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeznHqnU02I/AAAAAAAABr0/ErM8ENB65x4/s1600-h/Untitled+-+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeznHqnU02I/AAAAAAAABr0/ErM8ENB65x4/s400/Untitled+-+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326886578156786530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Gubment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Danielle Pastorino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Alias:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Self Proclaimed "good girl", with a so "believable" (&lt;---sarcasm) church going, old fashioned image. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hobbies: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Knitting, Shopping for stockings &amp;amp; coordinating knee highs to go w/ her Sundays best, Manipulating hoes... &lt;---Say what ya wanna but the bish was SMART! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Highlight Episode:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; When her &amp;amp; Danger had their confrontation in the kitchen..which ended with her doing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/ray_7_gif4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/ray_7_gif4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why She's Getting The Deuces:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; While she's a cute girl &amp;amp; seems to be the most "sane" out of the three..I still don't think she possesses the total package in which Ray J's looking for. (and WTF he's looking for IDK???) and she's still kinda "questionable" as far as where her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;intentions reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:large;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Gold Digger's gonna Reign in Victory....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SezpAfcjtEI/AAAAAAAABsE/cHkYe6QFkd4/s1600-h/l_6070ebfd88c543d38484c03f6f0a446d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SezpAfcjtEI/AAAAAAAABsE/cHkYe6QFkd4/s400/l_6070ebfd88c543d38484c03f6f0a446d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326888653923005506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(I couldn't find any "rare" pics...she was nakie in ALL of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SezpASeptQI/AAAAAAAABr8/XwPrnp1dIOs/s1600-h/Untitled+-+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SezpASeptQI/AAAAAAAABr8/XwPrnp1dIOs/s400/Untitled+-+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326888650442126594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Gubment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Joanna Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Alias:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Cocktail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Self proclaimed "gold digger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hobbies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Gold Digging, Crying, Reality Show Whoring, Snitching, Lying...do I need to go on?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Highlight Episode:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; When she cried on the first damn show talking about she CARES for him!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why She's Taking The Crown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; She's a fantastic actress?! Well not really but Ray J seems to think so...b/c he's constantly falling for her little "I'm so into you" act she's been portraying all along.  I don't think there's anything THAT special about her that specifically lures him in to pick her BUT I will say she's like a chameleon when it comes to him...she likes whatever he likes and I think that's the promising attribute that's gonna  SEAL her VICTORY tonight...but since she HAS admitted to being a "gold digger" in a prior reality show I think she's in for a huge Reality check...which is the fact that he's broke! &lt;----HAHA!!! (well he's probably not BROKE but the ninjas not ballin') Anywho...he's ghey, his singing sucks annnnnnnd he's a mamas boy...so CONGRATULATIONS Cocktail you're in for a REAL treat. POW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Alright hurry up people!!!! Gimme &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; predictions before the show tonight!!!! 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With his FINE ass...lol...you be the judge and head on over to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://theblogchic.blogspot.com/2009/04/matthew-mc-conaughey-controversial.html#links"&gt;The Blog Chic&lt;/a&gt; and get the scope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is blogging etiquette just a game? Go take a peep @ my neighbor &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://sincere-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-cant-beat-em.html"&gt;Sincere Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house and find out....(I love the new layout btw)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't get enough of that MTB4 fuckery? Go get your laugh on as &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://twitter.com/vichick"&gt;VIchick&lt;/a&gt; gives each member a little does of therapy @ &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.candydiaries.com/2009/04/fail-fridaymy-letter-to-cast-of-making.html#comment-form"&gt;Candy Diaries&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hating?! we've all done it @ some point whether we want to admit it or not...go have a look-see over @ my home girl's spot &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.martiniandscotch.com/2009/03/hi-hater-you-aint-got-nathan-on-me.html#comments"&gt;Martini &amp;amp; Scotch&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever been a victim of date rape? No...lemme rephrase that...Ever been date raped by an R&amp;amp;B Seal?!  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First off this show is NOT serious enough for him to make those girls meet his whole damn family...But as usual I'm gonna sum up the events &amp;amp; give you guys my take on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First "Meet &amp;amp; Greet" he introduces the chics to his Grandmother, Cousin &amp;amp; his God Sister (how many god sisters he got???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdyiyjJWwnI/AAAAAAAABng/qev-Qk3mSkY/s1600-h/1-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdyiyjJWwnI/AAAAAAAABng/qev-Qk3mSkY/s400/1-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322307848956723826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So during their little lunch...Ray J gave his fam the opportunity to grill each girl and ask them a few questions...Here's what stood out to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sdyl66zyF1I/AAAAAAAABno/x6daTRTkJfs/s1600-h/2-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sdyl66zyF1I/AAAAAAAABno/x6daTRTkJfs/s400/2-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322311291282528082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique....although out of the three I STILL like her the most...but I STILL wanted to smack the shit outta her for putting up that dumbass "good girl" front...Didn't matter what the hell they asked her...because she STAYED telling them "I'm old fashioned"..."I'm the kinda girl who'd be @ home cooking for my man"....Girl Bye! PLEASE STFU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdyutbBZgiI/AAAAAAAABn4/rl1Z73t1ZMg/s1600-h/4-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdyutbBZgiI/AAAAAAAABn4/rl1Z73t1ZMg/s400/4-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322320955016053282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cocktail...this broad is no where near believable to me...I don't get why she's still in the competition...she's so damn phoney...this chic LIES and cosigned with Unique's "good girl" act talkin' about she's old school &amp;amp; was raised in a catholic home womp..womp..WOMP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sdyr0RgN4jI/AAAAAAAABnw/fsM9L-sTs4E/s1600-h/3-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Sdyr0RgN4jI/AAAAAAAABnw/fsM9L-sTs4E/s400/3-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322317774185161266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Danger...as usual the bitch was just damn weird...they asked her about that dumbass TAT on her face then she goes over to grandma so she can get a closer look @ the shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdywrH_DvaI/AAAAAAAABoI/u-ZgrqXStPo/s1600-h/rayj_9_b9_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdywrH_DvaI/AAAAAAAABoI/u-ZgrqXStPo/s400/rayj_9_b9_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322323114569481634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"unh...unh...I don't see the tiger"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/rayj_9_gif2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/rayj_9_gif2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LMFAO!!!!! grandma got jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so up next he takes them to meet his "friends"...which was one of the most hilarious parts of the damn episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeF59kzL2rI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ZUl0EIArPqw/s1600-h/Untitled+-+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeF59kzL2rI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ZUl0EIArPqw/s400/Untitled+-+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323670333285980850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So apparently Ray J's "entourage" or whatever is very ummm different? The ninja hangs out with Warren G. &amp;amp; muthafuckin' TOM GREEN &lt;&lt;---- lmao!!! where in the HELL did they dig his ass up from???  Unique &amp;amp; Cocktail were just BORING as hell....So lets jump to the not so boring part...the lady who never has a dull moment.....none other than....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeF8gjVb63I/AAAAAAAABoY/Sd7J7Jijnzg/s1600-h/6-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeF8gjVb63I/AAAAAAAABoY/Sd7J7Jijnzg/s400/6-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323673133211446130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So instantly she's connecting with some of Ray's pals and coincidentally she discovers that they have a few "mutual" friends in common...Apparently she actually went on a date or "hung out" with this character....LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeF_PXHKZxI/AAAAAAAABoo/78LMEP01l9g/s1600-h/13-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeF_PXHKZxI/AAAAAAAABoo/78LMEP01l9g/s400/13-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323676136407459602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Annnnd if that wasn't enough....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeF-1Cl88RI/AAAAAAAABog/oo4Y1119hkE/s1600-h/Untitled+-+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeF-1Cl88RI/AAAAAAAABog/oo4Y1119hkE/s400/Untitled+-+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323675684222857490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She got in an argument with this chic above after admitting to smashing one of Ray J's homeboys....LMFAO!!! But I mean eventho I don't care for the girl; in her defense she had no clue this dude had any ties to Ray J...so that shit is really irrelevant. But nonetheless Ray J's crew gave him the rundown about what she said...and our pal TOM GREEN debuted the new hit song that's currently stuck in all of our heads...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DANGER......SHE SMASHED THE HOMIE.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://dimewars.com/flashmedia/secureflvplayer.swf" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="file=http://dimewars.com/GetSecureVideo.aspx?BCMEDIAID=a2e8c67a-228d-476f-95c9-9190b96d799a&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;shuffle=false&amp;amp;linkfromdisplay=true&amp;amp;linktarget=_blank&amp;amp;usefullscreen=true&amp;amp;rotatetime=5&amp;amp;logo=http://www.dimewars.com/MediaShare/dwlogo_embed.png&amp;amp;backcolor=0x000000&amp;amp;frontcolor=0xffffff&amp;amp;lightcolor=0xC10505&amp;amp;streamer=rtmp://ec2-67-202-18-233.compute-1.amazonaws.com/securetoken" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(check the 3:39 mark for the infamous song LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't get it twisted...my girl Lil'muthafuckin' B...was STILL in the building....lmfao  she was just laying low this episode...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGEgVJuBTI/AAAAAAAABow/suRpbQ7wssk/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGEgVJuBTI/AAAAAAAABow/suRpbQ7wssk/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323681925497226546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.....now the girls get to meet his parents....(YIKES) They all met pops before in a previous episode so none of them were worried about him....HOWEVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGIYKBXupI/AAAAAAAABo4/My108yj72pg/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGIYKBXupI/AAAAAAAABo4/My108yj72pg/s400/Untitled2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323686183116978834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom Dukes was a different story...she had the hoes shaking in there boots...LOL...So since I have so much I want to address about this broad I'm just gonna drop my concerns below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whaaaaaaaat the FUCK was up with that dry ass jherrie curl she was rocking???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who cosigned that shit??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was she FUCKING serious??? LMAO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why are my instincts telling me that Ray J's a lil' punk ass mamas boy???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why was she acting like that lil' nigg@ is a prize??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I can tell in 30seconds if a woman is good for my son or not" WTF was that about???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why I get the feeling she's a little bit loonier than Danger???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why I also get the feeling that Papa Norwood be wearing her panties because OBVIOUSLY she's wearing the pants....LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why I woulda quit the show after she told them girls "if somethings wrong with my baby send him home to his mama"??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why that solidified her looniness???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since I can talk about her Crazy ass all day...lets just keep it moving to the individual convos &lt;/span&gt; she had with each girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGNCDd337I/AAAAAAAABpA/dsoegps1P2w/s1600-h/Untitled44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGNCDd337I/AAAAAAAABpA/dsoegps1P2w/s400/Untitled44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323691300958494642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cocktail...Snitching &amp;amp; fake as susual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique...Still womping about her "good girl" image...talkin' about she's in the choir @ church and she's a PRUDE...BLAH...BLAH...BLAH....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Danger...still a looney ass broad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGPhz2NHQI/AAAAAAAABpQ/Wm8yCGSbdPg/s1600-h/Untitled312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGPhz2NHQI/AAAAAAAABpQ/Wm8yCGSbdPg/s400/Untitled312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323694045544652034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So her ass starts crying &amp;amp; shit talking about she's emotional because she just started her period....W......T......F.....??? HAHA!!! Then she goes into some dumbass childhood story about getting punched in the face as a baby because of the way she looked....oooookay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say Mommy Dearest wasn't impressed with any of the girls. And when Ray J asked her what she thought about the 3 of them...this was her response....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/rayj_9_gif3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/rayj_9_gif3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A big Hell No to all of them...LMFAO!!! Her logic...she didn't think he would be safe with Danger, she didn't think Unique would be true to him and I guess she didn't really give a shit about Cocktail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So finally it's elimination night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGS7IU779I/AAAAAAAABpY/h4Ctm66-zgg/s1600-h/Untitled77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGS7IU779I/AAAAAAAABpY/h4Ctm66-zgg/s400/Untitled77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323697779073871826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the midst of Ray J making his decision...Ms. Drama Queen starts getting "sick"! "can you wrap it up cuz i'mma die...I'm having a panic attack...somebody's gonna have to drive me to the hospital"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGVINDdeiI/AAAAAAAABpw/JRrQ9XwzyUU/s1600-h/rayj_9_b9_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGVINDdeiI/AAAAAAAABpw/JRrQ9XwzyUU/s400/rayj_9_b9_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323700202704304674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width: 425px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SeGTcj4MqLI/AAAAAAAABpo/pPlUnbqQFyM/s1600-h/rayj_9_b9_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And after all of that....he didn't eliminate anyone yet because he says before he makes his final decision he feels like he needs to meet their parents in order to learn more about each girl. WOW....so this should be VERY interesting &amp;amp; entertaining...LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WELP folks until next week I guess...Let me know your thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253763009770027588-5890391916856451195?l=www.gimmethegoodies.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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And since there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nooooooo&lt;/span&gt; way I can RECAP all of them, I'm just gonna take this time out to drop my concerns on some of the shows I do watch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MTB&lt;/span&gt;4.....or as I like to call it "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Diddy&lt;/span&gt; Destroying Dreams Pt. 4".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Personally I think somethings wrong with the boy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoHQr9asPI/AAAAAAAABl4/oWppQxzzD20/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoHQr9asPI/AAAAAAAABl4/oWppQxzzD20/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321573892951290098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and when I say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;somethings&lt;/span&gt; WRONG...I mean like two chromosomes away from being schizo or bi-polar...It's so obvious that his issues are far beyond what meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoI39I8cNI/AAAAAAAABmA/yqpvpgV0i-w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoI39I8cNI/AAAAAAAABmA/yqpvpgV0i-w/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321575667089567954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It all started off as a lightweight brawl or misunderstanding he had with a random cab driver who he "claims" disrespected or slammed the door on his girl Dawn's finger...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; we all gave him the benefit of doubt right? Because hey they ARE in New York and it's no secret that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cabbies&lt;/span&gt; are RUDE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...but here's when we start to get a little bit optimistic over that logic.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoKth7LolI/AAAAAAAABmI/nnbxc74cOtI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoKth7LolI/AAAAAAAABmI/nnbxc74cOtI/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321577687008649810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So apparently the two "lovebirds" were strolling the "pleasant" streets of the NYC getting their "cupcake" on, when all of a sudden they were JACKED by three unknown assailants who robbed them and took off with their personal belongings....once again I tried to pass this off as maybe a stroke of bad luck? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; yeah maybe?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon I began to question my own reasons for trying to make logic out of the remainder of events which soon followed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Exhibit C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoOsUAfEPI/AAAAAAAABmQ/dpwja2swfgg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoOsUAfEPI/AAAAAAAABmQ/dpwja2swfgg/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321582064139440370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Exhibit D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoQKzHNxMI/AAAAAAAABmY/W-r45ykKIvQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoQKzHNxMI/AAAAAAAABmY/W-r45ykKIvQ/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321583687396869314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Exhibit...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; hell I lost count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoQLL7fa0I/AAAAAAAABmg/B2CzRpOOJ8w/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoQLL7fa0I/AAAAAAAABmg/B2CzRpOOJ8w/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321583694058580802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Notice the TREND in the evidence? Dude is starting beef with EVERYONE!!! and STAYS pointing the finger @ anyone in sight...Now some may blame it on poor "editing" but I call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bullsh&lt;/span&gt;#t....Que is PARANOID......Fights with cab drivers, three unknown assailants, two of your group members &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;annnnnnnd&lt;/span&gt; your MANAGER are NOT all just coincidental...it's something DEEPER and everyone realizes this EXCEPT Que....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/whateverx.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 220px;" src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/whateverx.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'm just gonna need Dawn to do a better job @ hiding her panties because OBVIOUSLY her boo has been trying them on...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoahTehBjI/AAAAAAAABmo/1gnHKhjpeNY/s1600-h/picture182a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoahTehBjI/AAAAAAAABmo/1gnHKhjpeNY/s400/picture182a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321595069157934642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Oh and for all you ladies that are madly in love with Lil' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ginuwine&lt;/span&gt; "Baby Hair" Jr. AKA Willie...If you're not following him on Twitter you may wanna start -----&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://twitter.com/Willie_Day26"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Willie_Day26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;------ because for the last couple of days he's been saying that he'll call the first 5 people who drop him their digits via twitter...so if ya' wanna talk to ya boy GET ON IT....PRONTO!!!       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Up Next....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Celebrity Apprentice.....   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoeDLI9kVI/AAAAAAAABm4/AOnoWcJ0g58/s1600-h/2-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoeDLI9kVI/AAAAAAAABm4/AOnoWcJ0g58/s400/2-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321598949570482514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I think it's pretty much safe to say that "raccoon hair" has officially lost his damn mind...So last night each team had to create a commercial for the laundry detergent brand "ALL" using various resources...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yeeeeeeeeah&lt;/span&gt; the commercials were dumb as hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;annnnd&lt;/span&gt; the Network HATED their ideas...LOL...so I understand the reasoning behind eliminating two contestants last night since both teams equally SUCKED! But I was in f*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cking&lt;/span&gt; utter SHOCK @ not just the two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; he decided to boot BUT the reasoning behind his choices....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoeCyQz7LI/AAAAAAAABmw/JvYbG34OkRc/s1600-h/1-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoeCyQz7LI/AAAAAAAABmw/JvYbG34OkRc/s400/1-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321598942892518578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tionne&lt;/span&gt; aka T-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Boz&lt;/span&gt;....He gave her the boot because she volunteered to come back into the board room to support Melissa Rivers. And according to Trump he previously canned a prior contestant for doing the same thing. Made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nooooo&lt;/span&gt; f*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cking&lt;/span&gt; sense @ all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoeDEIT76I/AAAAAAAABnA/Sg4uqFZ3A6M/s1600-h/3-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoeDEIT76I/AAAAAAAABnA/Sg4uqFZ3A6M/s400/3-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321598947688705954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Klhoe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kardashian&lt;/span&gt;....he brought up her infamous DUI incident which she was charged for in the past and he wasn't amused by the fact that she had once been arrested for this. But he still donated $20k to her charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole T-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Boz&lt;/span&gt; thing was Random &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Stoooopid&lt;/span&gt; but here's what concerns me about him firing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Khloe&lt;/span&gt;. For starters he acted as if this was his first time finding out about the whole DUI thing which may be the case.....but in my opinion that's totally HIS fault for not researching her history or doing a background check on the girl...I know it's a game but wouldn't a REAL employer do that? It's not like they asked her about it &amp;amp; she lied...He got rid of two people who were actually assets to the show. His decision was irrational and 100% based on "personal" feelings alone; had absolutely nothing to do with their performance nor their work ethic....(sounds WAY too familiar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;) needless to say I won't be watching the remainder of this season...it needs a little more "pigment" in it to keep my attention if you know what I mean...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Sigh***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;College Hill....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdpDCBKA8SI/AAAAAAAABnI/V0YCSjp-aD0/s1600-h/ba4cc836-4148-3a32-1007-bd4f4d197c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdpDCBKA8SI/AAAAAAAABnI/V0YCSjp-aD0/s400/ba4cc836-4148-3a32-1007-bd4f4d197c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321639611640901922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;This is one of the VERY reasons why I stopped watching BET a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; time ago!!! Besides the fact that the majority of their shows are EXTREMELY dull...when they do have semi-interesting shows it's usually a complete and utter mess...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;...this show hasn't been on but a good hot second &amp;amp; ninjas are ALREADY fighting. Which was bound to happen anyway with 8 black folks living in the same damn house...sad but true. This is the VERY same reason why there will NEVER be an all black cast on shows like "The Real World" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!!! I don't feel like going into great detail about all this nonsense so I'm just gonna drop my concerns on last weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;episode&lt;/span&gt; in the form of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Why's&lt;/span&gt;...(and YES I jacked the why concept from my e-people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Bammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Chrissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; over @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twoditzybroads.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Ditzy&lt;/span&gt; Broads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;-------- It's all love!!! and if you've never peeped their site make sure you go check it out....especially on Why Wednesdays)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...BET keep coming back with more seasons of this show???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...they don't comprehend that 8 nigg@s under 1 roof is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; waiting to happen???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...it's been a physical altercation EVERY season????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...them hoes was arguing over how many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;pageants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; they been in???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...they both act like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;' ghetto miss teen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;usa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; contestants???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...I still don't get how this argument started but I bet it was dumb as fuck??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...I only watched this episode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; I wanted to see the fight???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...I was greatly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; @ the outcome of events???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...I already knew the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jamaican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; chic was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; waiting to happen???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...when ole' girl picked up that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;poole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; stick my eyes got wide as hell???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; KILT that trick AFTER she put that shit down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;lmfao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;! ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...she did ALL that popping off @ the mouth &amp;amp; picking up objects &amp;amp; didn't do shit???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...the Jamaican chic jumped in the air when she took off and threw the first hit???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...she only pulled her hair tho???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...I was greatly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; @ the hair pulling???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...I wanted to see a REAL fight???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; paid to see the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ghey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; dude Kyle whoop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;boff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; of they asses???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...when island girl pulled Terri's hair I was VERY concerned for her edges???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why..I wish she was as concerned for her edges as I was since they already looked like victims of abuse???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdoHQr9asPI/AAAAAAAABl4/oWppQxzzD20/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdqBIC_wmcI/AAAAAAAABnQ/59Ti-uShWI4/s400/Untitled+-+2.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 341px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321707884934896066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Why...Me &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/eleven8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;MissOMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have already concluded that Milan is really Angel Lola Luv in a disguise &amp;amp; a deflated booty???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdqGF0PSDhI/AAAAAAAABnY/WcDqT4o34dA/s1600-h/Untitled+-+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdqGF0PSDhI/AAAAAAAABnY/WcDqT4o34dA/s400/Untitled+-+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321713344171871762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;loooooooooooove&lt;/span&gt; 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Dude yall are in L.A. it's GOT to be like 117 degrees &amp;amp; he wanna chill outside in burgundy rabbit fur...lmfao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to this weeks challenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I said I didn't "slightly" miss Lil' B presenting the challenge this week...eventho I STILL think her role is EXTREMELY pointless...she's become part of the show &amp;amp; I missed the lil annoying girl okay! haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQtQT-4ZyI/AAAAAAAABkI/r-ZzdUn-Mqs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQtQT-4ZyI/AAAAAAAABkI/r-ZzdUn-Mqs/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319926818096572194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So Ray J tells the girls that he wanted them to write down 10 question each for every girl in the house...they could ask anything they wanted but they had to be yes or no type questions...and he also asked them to write down 10 questions that they wanted to know about him....so he gave them an hour to brainstorm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQu5Tkg9OI/AAAAAAAABkQ/jq_jWFvPCLM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQu5Tkg9OI/AAAAAAAABkQ/jq_jWFvPCLM/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319928621872248034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;annnnnnd after all my worry &amp;amp; my heartfelt plea...guess who finally shows up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdOKe1tolPI/AAAAAAAABj4/Th8_4TAgPPY/s1600-h/untitled4-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdOKe1tolPI/AAAAAAAABj4/Th8_4TAgPPY/s400/untitled4-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319747847273878770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lil' mutha'fuckin 'B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was probably in the back sharpening pencils or some shit...lol...Anyway...Ray J tells the chics that Trust is one of the biggest things he looks for in a relationship...and what better way to see if a girl is trustworthy???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQwehc6iNI/AAAAAAAABkY/EJF-E5v6CVc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQwehc6iNI/AAAAAAAABkY/EJF-E5v6CVc/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319930360765253842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hook that bitch up to a polygraph machine...lol...but there was a twist of course...the person who would be asking the questions that the girls wrote down was none other than....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dun....Dun...Dun....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQyBpvAD0I/AAAAAAAABkg/cqvmOqhFV6c/s1600-h/rayj_8_1_fjie8_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQyBpvAD0I/AAAAAAAABkg/cqvmOqhFV6c/s400/rayj_8_1_fjie8_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319932063795646274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his big sis Ms. Brandy!!! (who looked very cute btw) so Brandy asked the questions they had for Ray J first...the only one that made me DIE was the question that Danger asked which was "Do you love me?" bwahahaha...he opted out answering it &amp;amp; passed on it...and Danger's ass murdered my soul even worst when she said he chose not to answer it so he wouldn't hurt the other girls feelings....LMFAO!!!! definitely DELUSIONAL!!! the rest of the questions they had for him were very DULL so I'm just gonna move right along to the interesting part...These are some of the ones that stood out to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQ0dgfHthI/AAAAAAAABko/tZNjESUwM3M/s1600-h/rayj_8_1_fjie8_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQ0dgfHthI/AAAAAAAABko/tZNjESUwM3M/s400/rayj_8_1_fjie8_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319934741372712466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is your classy good girl image just a front???...."NO" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you think you're better than the other girls in the house???..."YES" =&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you doing this show to get exposure???... "NO" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever lied to Ray J???... "NO" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever wanted gastric bypass surgery??? LMFAOOOO!!! okay we already know that was most definitely one of Danger's questions...she basically lied on the whole damn test or skipped most of the questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQ3hVm9I3I/AAAAAAAABkw/y093zAKgBpA/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQ3hVm9I3I/AAAAAAAABkw/y093zAKgBpA/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319938105707144050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cocktail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you worried about unique as your competition???..."NO" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you consider yourself a gold digger???... "NO" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you feel like you need a man to complete you???... "YES" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQ5YceVZcI/AAAAAAAABlA/JzXe6nI83kM/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQ5YceVZcI/AAAAAAAABlA/JzXe6nI83kM/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319940151954466242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chardonnay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you here for Ray J's money???... "NO" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will you ever stop stripping???... "YES" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you drink alcohol everyday???... "YES" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQ5YcRIMpI/AAAAAAAABk4/krpWZuKr2nM/s1600-h/rayj_8_1_fjie8_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQ5YcRIMpI/AAAAAAAABk4/krpWZuKr2nM/s400/rayj_8_1_fjie8_15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319940151899075218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Danger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you still in love with any ex boyfriends???... "YES" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever dated anyone for their money???... "YES" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever been called mentally unstable???... "YES" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever stalked an Ex???... "YES" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever had a restraining order against you???... "NO" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever threatened or tried to physically harm a boyfriend???... "YES" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you had thoughts about KILLING any of the girls in the house???... "YES" = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!!!! this bitch is PHYSCHO!!!! she basically answered YES to EVERY damn question...but thoughts of KILLING one of them chics....unh..unh...get her a straight jacket...PRONTO!!!! Then Unique's ass said she was gonna sleep with one eye open...bitch you BETTER!!!!!! lol....So after Danger has her dramatical emotional breakdown...Brandy &amp;amp; Ray gather the chics to announce the results....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQ-NOgaJaI/AAAAAAAABlI/IMYPBPFUpgw/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdQ-NOgaJaI/AAAAAAAABlI/IMYPBPFUpgw/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319945456784647586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique 73%.......Cocktail 80%.....Danger 90%....and Chardonnay 93%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chardonnay wins the date since she had the most truthful answers...So Brandy sticks around for a few &amp;amp; mingles with the girls...After rapping with them for a bit she pulled baby bro to the side and gave him the rundown on what she thought of the them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdRAlrDI9pI/AAAAAAAABlQ/s4gM_XdRY18/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdRAlrDI9pI/AAAAAAAABlQ/s4gM_XdRY18/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319948075786630802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Basically she said Cocktails insecure, she likes Unique...Danger's got a lot of love but emotional (no shit)...and Chardonnay is on the show for him...So after wrapping up all the madness Chardonnay goes on her solo date with Ray...and everything was going quite smooth until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdRDLyPGBnI/AAAAAAAABlg/wcAuKsqolT0/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdRDLyPGBnI/AAAAAAAABlg/wcAuKsqolT0/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319950929574102642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until he told her she got that "homie type vibe"..uh oh...definitely not a good look for her....so after dinner he took her to one of their mutual stomping grounds...lol...the STRIP CLUB!! Yeeeeah!!!! lol....and ya know it wouldn't evennnnnn be right if she didn't bless the audience with one of her "tricks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/rayj_8_gif1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 227px;" src="http://i436.photobucket.com/albums/qq89/odara112/gifs/rayj_8_gif1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This girl!!!!!! climbed the pole and fell into a gotdamn split!!!! OMFG!!!!! Soooo the thing that had me cracking up the most about their little outing was that they were playing one of his songs in the strip club....booooooooooy STOP!!!! lmfao...I'm just gonna assume he had a CD in his pocket &amp;amp; slipped it to the DJay on the way in...because I KNOW them ninjas had no clue who he was &amp;amp; aren't just rotating his shit on the regular in there...LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdRIoNkgpOI/AAAAAAAABlo/Xzuft1wPzg0/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdRIoNkgpOI/AAAAAAAABlo/Xzuft1wPzg0/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319956915506160866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sooooo back @ the house Danger's yapping to Ray about her emotions...blah..blah...womp..womp...He told her he doesn't judge people by their past then somehow brought her comfort by saying....&lt;br /&gt;"maybe 2 yrs ago a girl got smart &amp;amp; you might've stabbed that bitch...but that's your past"...lmao W.......T......F......!!!! ok I'm sure that was a hypothetical statement but ummmm....shit did NOT help @ all...bottom line the bitch is KAH-RAY-ZAY....and for some reason Ray J is not in fear for his life nor his safety...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then he gathers all the girls and says he's got an announcement...he decided to make his eliminations early this go round because he was clear on what choice he needed to make...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdRJejbxntI/AAAAAAAABlw/jZhiC9raoBY/s1600-h/rayj_8_1_fjie8_29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/SdRJejbxntI/AAAAAAAABlw/jZhiC9raoBY/s400/rayj_8_1_fjie8_29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319957849088040658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chardonnay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew when he said she was like a "homie" her fate was sealed in that one word...Sweet girl &amp;amp; out of all the others she was probably the one who was most in the competition for him...But he just wasn't feeling her in that way and you can't but a puzzle together if the pieces don't fit...I'm gonna miss her and her tricks...LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253763009770027588-8558411706705768428?l=www.gimmethegoodies.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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People who know me personally definitely understand my personality...I can be quiet but by no means shy...sometimes I'm sarcastic but never in a belittling way...I may often seem to wear a delicate exterior which is often misinterpreted as a form of subconscious fragility...in which I consistently find myself having to set a clear message to those who doubt my ability to recognize &amp;amp; interpret their weak &amp;amp; deliberate attempts to cause distress . But I think the most important attribute about me in which I'm sure the majority of you can relate is the fact that I recognize that there are certain types of people we have or will come across in life  whose sole purpose is to make YOUR life miserable because their life lacks substance or fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the subject I want to pinpoint in this post. I can think of a lot of ways to sugarcoat the statement I'm about to make...HOWEVER as my daddy once told me "you can't put sugar on shit &amp;amp; call it a cupcake" LOL....Alright enough of the dramatics already..bottom line is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I HATE LIARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; In fact I also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the womb which procreated &amp;amp; gave them life...I know that sounds harsh but that's the way I feel right about now **shrugs** So here's what happened...You all may remember my lovely coworker "Sue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Scp_kFSjFWI/AAAAAAAABig/Z3lJOjlZigA/s1600-h/ggis046211-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Scp_kFSjFWI/AAAAAAAABig/Z3lJOjlZigA/s400/ggis046211-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317202567936284002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whom I introduced you to in a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.gimmethegoodies.com/2008/12/dont-get-kilt-heffa.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;. Well "Sue" has once again managed to slither her demented borderline schizophrenic &amp;amp; wayward ass back across my path...and this time she's reached the point of no return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peep the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my office, lawsuits come through on a daily basis and we have designated individuals who are allowed to accept the lawsuits; which isn't a hard thing...the only requirements are a signature &amp;amp; recording what you received &amp;amp; when you received it in a log book; which happens to sit on my desk. Sounds simple enough right? Well the only problem is that almost ALWAYS I have to revert to tracking a mofo down when someone comes in to serve the documents. We have 5-6 ppl who are authorized to sign for them and I usually rotate who I call up to handle the ish. Well we had already received a couple earlier that day and I utilized other people to handle them..but this time it was "Sue's" turn. Mind you she only sits like a couple feet away from me but I can't see her from where I'm sitting...and just to refresh you guys this is the same woman that everyone blames her smart ass mouth on the "stroke" she had a few years back...womp...womp..blah fuckin' BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I give her a call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Hey Sue we have a lawsuit up front that needs a signature...do you mind coming up and signing for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I'm kinda in the middle of something right now that I really can't break away from...can you try calling some of the others on the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; **Deep Sigh** OK Sue I'll try that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I mean if you can't get anybody else THEN I'll come up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; **click**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So @ this point I'm instantly agitated with the broad because she has some type of lame excuse as to why she can't come up &amp;amp; sign for the sh!t EVERY time I ask her...She ALWAYS makes this simple shit so damn difficult...and I'm not gonna beg the bitch to do HER job...So I proceed to call 2 other ppl on the list &amp;amp; neither of them are @ their desk...and I'm like EFF it I'm calling this ho back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Sue I was unable to reach anyone else can you please come up and sign for this lawsuit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Did you call everybody on the list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Sue the gentlemen is waiting in the lobby for a signature on this lawsuit...**Deep Sigh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; **she duplicates my deep sigh &amp;amp; then asks**You know I noticed that you sighed the first time you called me &amp;amp; your doing it again why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ME: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sue I am NOT about to have a 30 minute interrogation with you...all I need YOU to do is come up here &amp;amp; sign for this lawsuit...you have a good day and I'll see you in a sec. **click**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn right! I hung on up on that ass...so @ this point I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LIVID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And after about a good 5-6minutes dumb ass finally creeps past me to go to the front &amp;amp; sign for the document. So she says a few words to ole boy out front  (I sit behind a window so I can see them in the lobby) then she turns to me through the window &amp;amp; says that the dude won't accept a signature from anybody except the director of our company. My immediate response was "That's what they all say" (all the lawsuits are served in the directors name but the director NEVER actually signs for them hence the reason why we have certain authorized people who do so) So basically "Sue" was just being an asshole right now. So then this bitch turns back to the dude and tells him "well SHE just said that's what you all say" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;RED FLAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...now not only is the bitch being a smart ass but now she's deliberately being vindictive by getting the dude involved in this petty mess. So then she asks me "Do you want me to get the director?" and I responded "if that's what you want to do"...So the director comes up front accepts the shit, signs for it, makes a joke &amp;amp; peaces out...FYI all the people on the list are dudes except "Sue's " delusional ass...and I NEVER have issues with them coming to sign for shit...I ask them can they come up front they say sure why not, we yippity yap for a bit make jokes then they bounce...NEVER had a problem with any of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So @ this point I'm @ my desk doing  this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ScuXSLVvatI/AAAAAAAABio/uBEzs5rf8fw/s1600-h/dvs092587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ScuXSLVvatI/AAAAAAAABio/uBEzs5rf8fw/s400/dvs092587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317510123578419922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to have a talk with the Lord yall...Because like I mentioned before "Sue" has a smart ass mouth and she has the tendency to NOT know when to STFU! I knew for a fact that if she came to my desk popping off before I had the chance to calm down...I would no longer be mentally capable of making sound judgment towards my immediate reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I started to get VIVID images in my mind of my next photo shoot looking something like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ScmoOd4hCGI/AAAAAAAABhw/1EJITyBRhfw/s1600-h/rbv0150058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ScmoOd4hCGI/AAAAAAAABhw/1EJITyBRhfw/s400/rbv0150058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316965801580890210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well all I can say is that my prayer worked. "Sue" went back to her desk &amp;amp; the remainder of my day was very peaceful...Although in the back of my mind I already knew this wasn't the conclusion to this episode. See "Sue's" a simple bitch and simple bitches are VERY predictable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next afternoon my boss pulls me aside and asks if she can have a word with me...I already KNEW what was up...then she went on to explain that she got a "complaint" about me having some type of "attitude" with a customer yesterday...So I give her one of those sideways grins and explain to her that I'm already aware of who the complaint came from and I also make her aware that I was NEVER once rude to the dude who was there with the documents yesterday. Then I put "Sue's" ass on blast and tell my boss how I ALWAYS have issues with her when it comes to signing for shit that she's supposed to damn sign for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Boss Lady goes on to say "you know I only came to you so you could be aware of what was going on...but when she came to me I never once thought this was true about you because I've received nothing but COMPLIMENTS in regards to your customer service". Then she says she knows how "Sue's" personality is &amp;amp; she's not the easiest person to get along with...and "she wasn't like this before the STROKE"....(in my mind I'm calling BullSh!t) but I continue to listen to her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she continues to say some REALLY fucked up shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well given the circumstances it may just be easier if you could just avoid calling her to come &amp;amp; sign for the documents unless it's absolutely necessary...you know so you won't have to deal with her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole time she was saying that shit...she had the nerve to be smiling &amp;amp; looking like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ScudMb57gLI/AAAAAAAABiw/_vhvpXKshd0/s1600-h/ie338014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ScudMb57gLI/AAAAAAAABiw/_vhvpXKshd0/s400/ie338014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317516622015725746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right then is when I knew I wasn't dealing with a full deck of cards...So I simply responded by telling Boss Lady that "I don't think it's fare to me nor fare to the customer if we just avoid her because she's not interested in doing her job" Honestly I knew that statement was in vain but I had to tell the truth... It's not even in me to be passive about ignorant shit because I feel like if I don't nip things in the bud then that just gives situations like these more time to grow &amp;amp; causes more in depth problems.  But when you have a supervisor who has that "I don't wanna deal with it" mentality then you might as well be conversing with a brick wall...So we wrapped the little pointless meeting up &amp;amp; i went back to my desk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then I got to thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Scu8o3qu1FI/AAAAAAAABi4/uG7HrssKXPo/s1600-h/crbs0680868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/Scu8o3qu1FI/AAAAAAAABi4/uG7HrssKXPo/s400/crbs0680868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317551195364971602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This bitch just blatantly LIED on me...and never once mentioned what SHE did to cause this disruption...once again a classic example of a "simple bitch"...and the funny thing is earlier that day I remember passing her a couple of times around the office, neither of us spoke but each time I passed her she was jumpy &amp;amp; came to a sudden halt with this dumb ass shocked look on her face...it didn't dawn on me why that was until now. I'm guessing she didn't know what exactly to expect from me...or in laments terms the bitch was scared! I find it funny how people have balls the size of grapefruits when it comes to snitching or in her case &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LYING&lt;/span&gt; behind closed doors but yet tremble in fear when the accused is standing right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a very forgiving person in the majority of circumstances because I realize that if I set a positive tone despite what I've faced then I ultimately reap the greater reward...and then again I'm still human &amp;amp; imperfect...and right now I can't get out of my mind that this bitch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIED &lt;/span&gt;on me with seemingly no remorse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So as far as I'm concerned.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ScmoNpuwwaI/AAAAAAAABho/zl_NInl-IqI/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJT9BZPG3wM/ScmoNpuwwaI/AAAAAAAABho/zl_NInl-IqI/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316965787581333922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the sweet Odara is only a distant memory when it comes to "Sue"...I may "seem" silent but I can be very venomous with my approach.... ***evil laugh &amp;amp; rubs hands together*** In due time my dear...In due TIME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2253763009770027588-1265964124610203365?l=www.gimmethegoodies.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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