Random Pics

My sister Dee, refused to believe this is a real picture. I had to assure her it was. She’s currently mourning for Auntie ReRe’s cholesterol level.
Unless his name is Eddie Murphy, and this is an old promo shot for Raw, a leather coat and no shirt is not acceptable.
This is Monica’s makeup artist…I’ll let this sink in and when, your sould has been resurrected we can discuss.
I let the boots go. Actually, I didn’t but his gold rush prospector/Paddington Bear hat is killing me softly.
She looks just like this crack head named Diane that mom used to pay to cornrow me and
Yes his dreads spell out the word 'Tipsy.'
And yes, he has a bejeweled fly swatter.
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Looking at Kim in this outfit somehow gave me an infection. Thanks Kim, thanks.




Excuse me whilst I go wretch in the loo.
If I ever saw Aubry O’day in real life it would be a true struggle to not punch her in the side of her neck. Something about her makes me angry.
Hey, when it itches…it itches.
I bet it smells like Gouda and dead kitty cats under Rick Ross’s boobies.













































