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Good News/Bad News: 2009 Edition

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In 2009, well... Fuckery. End of post. 2009 ripped the needle of the fuckery meter. This year brought us so much stuff and most of it we did not want. Sit Indian style, while the heir of the Kreole Dynasty recaps the year that was so fucked up on so many levels.

IF IT ISN'T ON THIS LIST, IT DIDN'T HAPPEN!


You voted. It happened. There were tears. There were jeers. What confused me the most was Fox News-minded people's obsession with this lady's biceps:



GOOD NEWS: My president is Black. My Lambo is blue. I'll be got damned if my bills overdue.

BAD NEWS: America thought of Obama as the Barack the Magical Negro. Don't shade Paul Shanklin or Rush Limbaugh. All of y'all thought all problems were out the door and the second homie walked through the door ensured Utopia. Well isn't that cute? BUT ITS WRONG! Obama was put in office to supervise the country and make sure my EBT game stayed proper. True. His promises are um... not there yet. Maybe, but if anything he hasn't let anybody down. Everybody's expectations were just so high.



Kizzy moved out. One too many nukkabitches seemed to think her management was her worst enemy and she finally bought the hype. So she moved out. Kelly decided to go sip tea with the Queen in the UK and break bread with the Brits. I guess.

GOOD NEWS: All those pesky Americans comparing her to that Beyonce? Over.

BAD NEWS: Well... Kizzy moved out, so now there's no one to work the microwave for me. Thank God the Chef Boyardee cans come with pull tabs but I can't eat this shit cold.



Chris Brown and Rihanna got the fighting. Before the Grammies. In a Lambo. News sources around the world rang the alarm as everybody everywhere thought the same question. "Chris Brown can fight?"

GOOD NEWS: I got my first job as Chris Brown's life coach. Much like Lauren Lake to Drankie & Preggie, I taught Chris Brown how to express his bitchassness though tweets and YouTube bit.ly links.

BAD NEWS: Goolging the Chrianna pic above somehow has that earworm of a song "Gimme That" stuck in my head.



Don't just stand there. JIG!

GOOD NEWS: The anthem of the year. Don't walk up and start talking. Immature Media ain't friendly!

BAD NEWS: Geisha will get snubbed at the Grammies. Petitions and demanded recounts are on deck.



Bowties. The de jour example of steezing on these heathens.

GOOD NEWS: C. Breezy thought the last day of August would be the perfect time to set the record straight. He showed up with all the fixings, including this festive ass neck accessory. I like to think Chris thought a pointdexter ass tie would make him look... non-intimidating. September unofficially became Bow Tie Awareness month.

BAD NEWS: Mama Joyce stumbled, Pretty Chrissy mumble, but that bowtie twankled and glissened.




Why is this shit important?

GOOD NEWS: You are all nerds.

BAD NEWS:  Jacob and Edward are imaginary. They are made up. They aren't real people. This "team" that you're on doesn't exist. You have all been lied to. It's a conspiracy. Run. Run from the machine, before it consumes you! Nerd. Team Precious.



The Great Chicken Shortage of 2009. Popeyes was selling chicken for the low-low and KFC was just giving it away. People everywhere were too lazy to go to the grocery store and/or cook, so why not? Black people showed their asses over a 2 piece that wasn't even fried. Throw some (D)s on that bitch.

GOOD NEWS: McDonald's wasn't top notch for like a week. People were lined up for something other than  a gaming console, the new Harry Potter, or Beyonce tickets.

BAD NEWS: I still have my coupon(s), Oprah.



College Hill: South Beach! It convinced that Florida is the premiere state of fuckery happenings and hoodrat shit. I'm just sure of it. Trina's from Florida. Geisha. T-Pain. The Bermuda Triangle. Spring Bling. Many of Tiger Woods's escapades. All that. But that's neither to nor fro. This is about College Hill!

GOOD NEWS:: That Damn K Wash learned us how to run him his damn money, put it in the microwave and humble slave ass bitches down. And a certain gif of him eating ribs on the stairs in his plaid coochie cutters.

BAD NEWS: We never did find out what happened to Terri or her Pigpen weave.




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GOOD NEWS: The child molestation jokes stopped and Michael appreciation erupted.

BAD NEWS: Good music will never be heard from ever again. Jermaine can't stop now, he got too much swag.



This. It's all bad news. And that's all I have to say about that.


I'm A Changed Man...

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I'm through pimpin' y'all.

I done changed.

I ain't a thug no mo'.

I'm no longer a hoodlum.

I'm a Christian.

I've seen the error in my ways.

All truth. Real talk, no game no gimmicks. I put that on stack. I don't thug no mo'.

I got tired of running from the law. I got tired of helping Granny rob the polyester factory...I got tired of being the getaway driver when I was damn well good enough to help hold up the joint. I got tired of Granny telling me to, "Keep the car running and stay there no matter if the police show up." I got tired of my momma coming down to the precinct and picking us up. I got tired of Granny telling Momma, "Watch yo' goddamn mouth, So... I brought you in this world, I'll choke yo' ass from passenger seat and take you out. You ever got choked while driving a car, Solo?" I got tired of it.

I got tired of arguing with Zahara in the McDonald's parking lot. I got tired of her questioning my actions. I got tired of her telling me I got too much damn money to be pushing that good. I got tired of buying her shit with that money I got from pushing that good and she acting like it wasn't good enough. I got tired of paying good money, taking her places, and she act like she can't comb her damn head. I got tired of it.

I got tired of Rick Ross asking me to "show him the ropes". I got tired of rolling with Plies and his cell phone would ring, and the ringtone would be "BITCH, STOP CALLING ME," by Dem Franchize Boyz and he talmbout "Yo' Granny calling again." I got tired of telling her after he dump the mayonnaise off in ya salad, he don't call no more. I got tired of sitting her down and telling her to charge it to the game. I got tired of her going to her "creative room" and sewing up monstrosities out of pure angst. You ever heard of people eating their emotions? Granny sews her emotions.

Here she was green with envy 'cause Tee-Tee didn't win every Grammy that night.
Here she was happy because she just bought a pair of mettalic snakeskin boots and she wanted Tee-Tee to match her that.
She was going through a dark phase, I guess.

Another dark phase, but she had more too much confidence than before.

There have been far worse tragic cases, but I've digressed far too much.

Like I said, I can't pimp no more. My probation thang gon' be aight... I'm a child of the Savior. My probation thang gon' be aight. I been down by the riverside and I let the water wash over my Caesar. My probation thang gon' be aight. Then I got some chicks to snatch these waves out and put my hair in a perm. My probation thang gon' be aight.

Until I get off probation... I can't pimp it like I used to.


You Better Pay The Light Bill Next Month

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I got some good news and some bad news...

GOOD NEWS: Momma album has packaging and album art... Its release is coming up! Word?

BAD NEWS: If karma come back to bite her in the ass, for them thank-you's, I'm moving in with Granny.


Love Notes

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I got some good news and some bad news...

GOOD NEWS: I'm finna start dating again after my quiet yet ugly separation with Zahara.

BAD NEWS: I'm throw bricks through Necole Bitchie's Pontiac if she don't return my messages...


Funny, right? You think I'm playin?


Back Up Homie

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I just got some good news and some bad news...

GOOD NEWS: I saved a lot of money by switching my car insurance to Dereon.

BAD NEWS: My premium's gone be sky high after I Brandy a few marks. Especially this one...


Who the eff is Lil' Jordan... This lil' "molasses mouth motorscooter" (as my Granny would say) is creeping up on my Creole and getting too close for comfort. Press play on that Dolla/T-Pain 'cause I seriously wanna know WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!?!

A golfing rapper? Damn, homie! I can't have you breaking into the business when my album "The Lil' Creole Pimp Chronicles: The Album" will be in stores soon after Tee-Tee's third album. Well, it won't be in stores at the same time as Tee-Tee's because I've learned from her previous success at shutting hoes down but still expect a track leak or something.

ANYWAYS...

This niglet gotta go, I'm sorry. End of discussion.


It's About Damn Time

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I just got some good news and some bad news..

BAD NEWS: Word from AROUND THE WAY that "somebody's momma" will continue her Art of Love tour. I have disowned a few people in the past 72 hours so I don't know whose mother this is.

GOOD NEWS: She'll stop popping, hopping, skip and skopping and sit while performing. Since she got injured, she'll be seated on a stool center stage, like a damn hippie at Woodstock or something.

To me, this is neither good news nor bad news. It's progress. She's finally starting to go sat some damn where. This could lead to her sitting down for good. A celebration is in order. TIME TO PARTY!