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Message From The Management

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Readers, looka here...


Every now and again, we sit back and laugh at people who give themselves too much credit. Singers who can't sing for instance. Songwriters who fly above all the drama, for instance. Select audience members of Wendy Williams's Hasbeen Emporium who show up only to further their career during "Ask Wendy" or "Hot Mess Topics". And last but not least, bloggers who made a lil' money and now they smelling they own piss.

Around here in the Wig Crypt, we have a lil' sayin' about situations like this. "You done got put on and got Creole!" It means, you got a lil' shine, a lil' bank account, a lil' gap in yo' mouth closed, a new wig and now you all beside yourself and Jesus can't even tell you shit. On Hadley, we like to slap the truth into people. The truth in question? Yo' lil' AdSense dollars don't impress me.

My lil' AdSense dollars will be coming soon and I'ma be paying both of my two bills smoove off, if everything goes to plan. But that's neither here nor there nor across the street. [© MY HOMIE TRE]

This is to all bloggers who have showed out a little too much lately.




I can only say so much about bloggers who show up and start showing out like they doing something. So you turned the sidewalk into the catwalk. So what? So you got Solange's number in yo' Motorola sliding phone? So what? So you can buy the new red bottoms for your Aunt Gladys and her life partner Meeka? So what? Bitch, you a still blogger. That's not directed at nobody in specific... but this next paragraph is.

Sandra Rose, grow the fuck up. They gave you a lil' computer time at the retirement home and you don't know how to act, do you? You too old to be beefing, period. You too old to be on the Internet, period. You too ugly to be putting your pictures out there, period. You need to tell Tiny to tell Toya to tell James Hardy he too damn tall to run so fucking slow, IMHO. And tell Toya, next time I'm getting my teeth bleached and I pass by her in the lobby... I don't care if she DID just get her braces tightened, she can fucking say hey or something. She can speak.

But I digress.

Anyway. As the swag effervescent Kid Fury of SO FURIOUS DOT COM once said [last night on TWITTER], Blogger does not equal celebrity. I'm looking forward to the corresponding Fury TV PSA.

I'm looking real hard at you right now. You know who you is. No hate. I ain't mad atcha. But I'm looking REAL hard. This concludes this random rant, cause I know you want me to shut up.... so I'ma shut up.... but when you leave... I'ma start back talking again.


Message From The Management

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Readership looka here,


Every now and again I'm back in this blogging game on a consistent level and you can't tell me shit! Now that the great, swag effervescent FRESHANIA DEBARGE put a playa on you can't tell me shit even more! I gotta get back into this game called Blogger on the daily level. Even if I don't post five days out the weekend [the weekends are for hoe shit and Gucci Mane punchout concerts], you can catch a Creole tastic fuckery fest at my Twitter.



Hurry up before Solange knocks on my front door with that metal in her pocket and that drank in her cup!


Blacklisted: Lil' Mama

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Shit you don't do to a Creole...





I feel it coming in the air. All these rhinestones everywhere. I'm sharpening my tool. Finna drop everythang that moves. Can't be scared when it comes down. Got a problem? Tell me now! Kiss Shad's alter-ego goodbye. Cuz we riding by her house, tonight!


I Don't Care Either...

Lil' Creole Pimp Filed Under: Tags: , , , ,

I think I found out why Tony stopped calling...




Nah... There's definitely something wrong with his phone... To be on the safe side don't sit by yours waiting for it to ring. For good measure, I'm gonna ask Brandy Jesus to take the shopping cart wheel.

This post was almost a "Lost In Translation" exclusive, but I don't even understand the Creole Dynamics anymore...
"Then I remember being 16 and being like ‘Okay, I can still be smart and I can still have the same beliefs that I have, but I did not have to have red Rasta braids. I can do that with straight hair. I can do that with a ‘fro. I can do that with a weave down to my butt.’ That was when I first cut my hair off. When I was 18 I got a hot flash because I was pregnant with [Julez] and I was like ‘It’s hot as hell so I’m cutting this shit off."
[-SOLO DA DON]
One day I'm leaving Hadley Street and I'm never coming back. Indulge some of that different shit at HONEYMAG.COM