This week in escapism....

Parisite, Souljah Boy (Tell em ), and T.I. (along with his stunning wife Tiny ) were recently either arrested and charged or outed to the media porque les gustan la cocaina (read: They are dumbasses).

Souljah Boy, cantor of the church of our lord Timmy (TIMAAAAH!), and writer/performer of such riveting ditties as "Girl you stank (take a bath)" and "Doo Doo Head" [Red Pill/Blue Pill for reference] was recently outed as a fan of nose candy by the vacuous vagina that is Katt Stacks who reported live from vacation below his scrotal sack. To get up to date on this fuckry please click here. That his sinuses crave baking soda does not surprise me in the least as I believe he ingested several other household chemicals in the not so distant past as part of his "creative journey", but that his peen (in varying states of arousal apparently) found comfort in the dilapidating casa de Herpés that this svelte "beauty" had to offer is disturbing considering that he knows exactly what she does!

This must be a very bad dream. No one can be so stupid. Somewhere Curtis is laughing his ass off!

In other brain dead news, le Parisite was recently arrested in Las Vegas for Cocaine possession. In her defense she said she thought the substance in the little white plastic bag in her purse was chewing gum...let that sink in for a moment.

The finale of this week's trifecta of fuckry was the arrest of Gumby and Falcor on possession of a controlled substance (translation: stuff from the backyard pharmacist). The odd couple was cruising in their Maybach along the strip when po po caught a whiff of an island breeze as they rode by. The benz was stopped, the meth popped out, and it all came crumbling down.

TI has seen the inside of a jail cell more times than Bounty Killer's girlfriends have seen his fists barreling towards their faces. Therefore we already know this can't end pretty.

Antoine, you take this one...I can't.

Now I'm not one to judge what you choose to place in whatever orifice you may desire. I however have a problem with the granulated stuff (if it was viscous it wouldn't be so bad).

Why are all these recreational drug users being exposed all at once? This is fascinating for me just as much as it is embarrassing for them.

Is anyone in Hollywood sober? Is cocaine like chicken soup for the soul? Is Tiny's contorted mouth a storage space for heroin?

I need answers!

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