Cissy Houston the moms of Whitney has just written a tell all biography of her crack headed daughter.
There are some crazy photos.
Here Whitney is at the height of her fame where she spent all of her time in her bathtub which was filled with cocaine and Fruit Loops.
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Inga needs a man or at least some sex.
Would any of you fuck her with Bea Arthur's dick?
where she spent all of her time in her bathtub which was filled with cocaine and Fruit Loops.
With no time left to shoot skeet?
Titus...for your linking pleasure
University of Michigan 'Catfished' its own players to teach them dangers of social media (and, guess what, they received 'wholly inappropriate' replies)
Was she one of Bobby Brown's punching bags? Or was that another "artist?"
There ain't nothin' for it but benign neglect.
February 6th will be a big day for all the troopers and trooperettes. I can't tell you why, just yet, but the word "festive" should stay in your lexicon for that day.
@Haz - we can't allow the year of the Rabbit to just sneak in unannounced, can we?
But getting back to that picture - while it has been many decades since I have consumed cereal or milk, I don't think I ever put my feet in the bowl nor sat in my food while eating it. That seems unusual, but I guess things are different now.
@Sixty - Close, but no cigar.
It'll be huuuge, huuuge I'm tellin' ya.
This is why I'm weaning myself from blogs, too.
Thanks for the link my little catfish.
Haz, I need to know now! I am about to explode!!
Why are you weaning yourself Chick?
Sour milk
I am perplexed who I want to win the Super Bowl.
Ravens have Lewis is a disgusting piece of shit person.
And the 49ers has a fag hater.
Very difficult.
But I am supporting the 49ers. You know San Francisco and very gay so there.
Where is my little catfish mamam?
Turn that frown upside down Chick.
Keep reaching for the stars and never forget....there are an abundance of tits in the world to oggle.
tits.
There's no tellin' where the money went.
Where is my little catfish mamam?
Making Tex-Mex dip and meatballs for game fare. What else would a mid-western catfish be doing besides hanging out at the bottom of the pond?
That sounds yummy Mamam.
If I was there I would bring some class to the proceedings.
My dad used to always say that.
Worst Superbowl ever!
I agree Sixty, the game fucking sucks big time.
Totally boring.
So who won?
Hey Titus, you tryin' to turn that other place X rated? Whew, what comments.
My roof you ask? The House Doctor wired it up with a low current wire that heats to about 40 degrees. Three inch snowfall last night. No big deal but I wanted to test the wire. Plugged it in. Nothing. Guy's coming back today. I hate hate hate neverending problems. So what's new in your thrilling life?
Hey Troop, here are all the restaurants listed in today's Post article about the explosion of Italian eateries in Carroll Gardens: Claudine's; Arthur on Smith; Ciro's. Those are the new ones. Also listed: Marco Polo; Enoteca. Just outside Carroll Gardens: Ferdinando's Focacceria; Monte's Venetian Room. According to the article there are 16 more unlisted Italian restaurants in Carroll Gardens and wonders whether that's overkill. Anyway, your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to rank the listed restaurants.
It's idleness breeds all our virtues, our most bearable qualities--contemplation, equableness,laziness, letting other people alone; good digestion mental and physical: the wisdom to concentrate on fleshly pleasures--eating and evacuating and fornicating and sitting in the sun--than which there is nothing better, nothing to match, nothing else in all this world but to live for the short time you are loaned breath, to be alive and know it. It is one of what we call the prime virtues--thrift, industry, independence--that breed all the vices--fanaticism, smugness, meddling, fear, and worst of all, respectability.
--William Faulkner (The Wild Palms)
Of course that's only one side of the picture. Just wanted you to know that while you were all wasting the breath loaned to you watching football I was improving myself reading a book. So there.
Big day tomorrow. Big. You better buy some beads. And a horn so you can be horn-y.
This post has about a dozen potential post photos in it...
And the first one is for Titus...Tits!
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