Pass me a Wang and Yo Digits

So the NY Daily News is putting Nelly on blast for some recent behavior in a NYC club. The paper says:

Hip hoppers Nelly and Jermaine Dupri got the royal treatment at The Plumm Wednesday night. After clearing out the VIP area for their posse, owner Noel Ashman plied them with chicken wings and 35 bottles of beer, which they quickly downed. And when a tinkle-shy Nelly had to visit the loo, his security guards cleared the rest room so he could use it in private.
On his way back to his table, the blinged star “sprinted after Heidi, the coat-check girl,” said a spy. When he returned, he was all smiles. “Did you get it?” Dupri asked the grinning rapper. “Yeeeeah. She gave me her digits,” Nelly responded. (Source )

Hmm, just a few points on this:
1. I find the usage of the terms posse and blinged (though they went out of style years ago) strangely appropriate…as Nelly went out of style years ago.
2. Though I have strong urge to get angry at the wooing techniques of the club owner by using chicken wings to keep the Blackles happy, I cannot allow that anger to creep into my heart. Why? Cus we like fried chicken. ALL OF US! In fact if you threw a bucket of KFC into the Grand Canyon we’d go right over the edge with it like a hoard of lemmings.
3. It’s ok to be tinkle-shy in a club…I’m tinkle shy pretty much anywhere that’s not my own personal terlet bowl. NYC is nasty! Blech!
4. I sincerely hope that no one is surprised at Nelly chasin’ tail. I mean after I saw “Tipdrill” I pretty much knew he was a nasticle. Actually, at least he just got her just digits and didn’t pay his tab by running his credit card between her cheeks.
5. I wonder where Ashanti was during all of this? Probably cackling like a magpie and saying “That’s bananas!” over and over again.