Jun 10, 2008

uh-oh

I'll never learn to not try on celebrity perfumes.























Unforgivable. No shit, Sean John. Now it's stuck to my wrist and I'm dizzy.

Remember when you were little and perfume only smelled one way (like perfume)? There, I've saved your wrist and your afternoon.

I don't feel good.

Also, Puffy, is that wrestling move the best photo ever, you think? Maybe when you're selling to women they want that, and when you're selling your men's cologne, they want a picture featuring you. They can look at your face if that lady's leg gets boring.




















I'm being too harsh. These pictures aren't bad. I'm just bitter because my arm smells like distilled Russian mail order bride. Puffy, you're always right and that's why you own so many things. I mean, you are the Grand-diddy of blasé rap. You made Mase sell records. You made YOU sell records. Wizard! I need to stop with that because I imagine it's been done to death.

Never mind, Puffy. Those photos are great. Your earrings look nice.


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