Like no one has ever heard the song, "Move Bitch" or "Saturday (Ooh! Ooh!) or "Roll Out" or better yet "What's Your Fantasy" ( I wanna lick-lick-lick-lick you from your head to your toes"!
PepsiCo Pulls Ad by Rap Musician
LOS ANGELES, Aug. 29 (Reuters) — Pepsi-Cola North America, a unit of PepsiCo, said today that it was taking off the air its 30-second television spot featuring the rap musician Ludacris because of complaints about his sexually explicit, profanity-laden lyrics.
"We have a responsibility to listen to our consumers and customers, and we've heard from a number of people that were uncomfortable with our association with this artist," Pepsi said in a statement. A spokeswoman for the rap star's label, Def Jam, said she was "shocked" to learn Pepsi was pulling the ads. Ludacris was one of several entertainers, including the Colombian-born singer Shakira and the TV star Bernie Mac, enlisted by Pepsi as part of a multicultural ad campaign. The ads began appearing in June.
A Pepsi spokesman, Bart Casabona, said, "I don't think we knew the extent" to which Ludacris's material was sexually explicit. Pepsi's decision came a day after Bill O'Reilly, host of Fox News Channel's "The O'Reilly Factor," criticized Pepsi for using Ludacris and urging a boycott of the company.
Some 'Ole High School Shit (and this makes it even more high-schoolish by posting it...but fuck it, it's my blog.)
Open up the vent.
For the life of me, I cannot understand why someone would actually come down to the utterance of the words "Oh, I'm not talking to her anymore."
What the fuck does that mean?
I've heard "Oh, I haven't really talked to her in awhile" or "Oh, we really don't talk that much anymore, but not the old "Oh I'm not talking to her anymore."
It's like when you were in high school, right? And your best friend Shynequa kissed your man and you got pissed at her. Someone asks you about your best friend, "Hey, where's your buddy at?"
"Girl, I'm not talking to her anymore."
Or when you were in college and your roommate left you with 3 months rent and a $500 phone bill. Someone asks you about your roommate, "Hey, where's your buddy at?"
"Girl, I'm not talking to her anymore."
Suddenly, you see this person, and notice that they ignore you...they walk by you, they dart their eyes at you, they don't acknowledge your verbal or written communication...they don't talk bad about you, but it's bad enough that I have people coming up to me asking me:
"What the hell is going on? She's told us she's not talking to you anymore."
Fuck if I know what is going on! Hell, I'm 30 years old...this is something that I haven't seen since fucking high school. It's so unreal to me. So unreal.
I'm not bothered by it, but when other people start to get involved...like your friends...and they have to watch what they do, and say, and be careful that you aren't in the same room as this person...then that gets in the way of my lifestyle...my well-being...my livelyhood.
I could see if I took your man. I could see if I lost your dog. I could see if I wrecked your car. I could see if I burnt your house down. I could see If I killed your mama.
But DUYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMM.
Are we not all adults here? There shouldn't be the sacrifice of other friendships over some petty shit....further more, some small town shit.
So I had this endoscopy thing done the other morning, and was scared like shit...the anticipation was enough to make me cry. Long story short, they gave me a backless gown and told me to change into it, put my clothes in a plastic bag, told me to climb onto the bed and make myself confortable, had an IV inserted by nurse "Tammy", rolled me to the procedure room, shook hands with the doctor, got some nasty stuff sprayed in my mouth, woke up in the recovery room.
I DON'T REMEMBER A DAMN THING!!
Which is good because they were fishing around for at least 1/2 hour. I just remember chilling on the bed in the recovery room sipping on some apple juice.
I'm not looking forward to tomorrow at all. I have to go to the hospital and get this tube shoved down my throat so they can take pictures. The official name for the procedure is an "endoscopy". I read that they spray this crap on your throat to numb the gag reflex and heavily sedate you so you feel relaxed. I pissed because you can't eat or dring anything after midnight before the procedure.
That means I don't have the opportunity to get drunk so I won't feel anything.
It shouldn't be any worse then when I got my tatoo. Of course, I had someone's hand to squeeze the entire 30 minutes it took for him to finish drilling my back. The "endoscopy" is only supposed to last 10-15 minutes. I hope they find what they are looking for. All I want to do is eat some pizza!
Ever heard of the group Brick? If you are over the age of 40, the song "Dazz" probably played regularly on your turn-table in the late 70's. If you are under the age of 30, the song "Dazz" was probably played regularly on your CD player in the early 90's (Ice Cube sampled it on "No Vaseline").
BUT ANYWAY...
I saw Brick in concert on Friday night. I can't remember a single song they made except for "Dazz" and that's because my Dad had the 45 and would play it at his parties all the time. It's amazing how old school performers sound exactly the same and have amazing musical skills. The old dude from Dazz played 4 instruments! (The sax, horn, trumpet, and flute...and I know y'all remember the 10 minute flute solo on "Dazz".) But can any of the old school performers wear something other than over sized silk shirts?
Teena Marie also performed that night. For a white girl, she is fierce. Her voice is extremely strong and she has this "I don't give a fuck" attitude that works for her. Teena got out there in some jeans that were ripped up like car wash strips, white sneakers, and a jean vest. No make-up. No fancy hair. No fancy clothes. Not that they were needed. She tore up the stage and belted out every recognizable tune. (What the hell did she say in "Lovergirl"? Call me to olay baby? Toche olay? If anybody knows, let a sista know).
Then The Gap band performed as the final act. A very weird performance. Two of The Gap Band members wore sparkly suits. Charlie Wilson, on the other hand, wore tight black denim pants and a vest...which was hideous...every time he jumped up and down, his belly flapped out. I don't know what was more annoying, his clothes, his high pitched whistle signaling the bridge, his chomping on imaginary gum, his limp wrist, or his white horse teeth? Well, the singing was good. It was great. Now you know where Aaron Hall and all those other nubie groups get their inspiration from.
Aside from the fact that I only had half a seat to sit on, it was a great concert...even if Charlie Wilson acted a bit...SUSPECT.
Chicago police hope a video camera will provide clues in the beating deaths of two men yanked from their van by a mob after a traffic accident, authorities said Wednesday.
Police had one suspect in custody Wednesday night for questioning and were interviewing several witnesses who saw a crowd bludgeon the two men with fists, feet, bricks and stones.
The vicious response of the crowd shocked residents and police.
''This is a simple, senseless, double homicide committed by a bunch of cowardly thugs, and these murderers will be brought to justice,'' Police Superintendent Terry Hillard said.
Hillard vowed to arrest all of the attackers. ''A thug is a thug is a thug is a thug. These are murderers. They killed two innocent people,'' Hillard said.
I got this rather odd email from my ex-boyfriend (circa 1998-2000...)
I went to a family reunion this past weekend and this little girl made me think of you. I imagine this is what you looked like as a child. She even had her hair done like you do with the little rolls in her hair! Only thing was that she had blue eyes and wouldn't let me take a picture of her.
After a brief chuckle, I showed to picture and email to my sisters. Their response:
You weren't fat as a child! Is he saying that you're fat or something?
I got this rather odd email from my ex-boyfriend (circa 1998-2000...RIP)
I went to a family reunion this past weekend and this little girl made me think of you. I imagine this is what you looked like as a child. She even had her hair done like you do with the little rolls in her hair! Only thing was that she had blue eyes and wouldn't let me take a picture of her.
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