Articles posted on Jul 1, 2009

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chyna White
“look at my mother fucking face. That bitch don’t know who the fuck she’s messing with. How the fuck am I supposed to dance looking like this. She done went put her hands on the wrong bitch. Imma take care of her. She must be sick but I got just the prescription for that ass. Just what the doctor ordered. Now on the phone with her cousin but still sitting in front of the vanity table in her room fit for a princess. Everything was pink from the paint on the walls to the carpet on the floor to the California King Size canopy bed right down to the chinchilla trimmed silk gown she was wearing with the matching chinchilla sandals on her feet. Indeed Kim was ghetto as all hell with matching everything. Her pattern of today was Leopard. Golden Honey ...

As the house phone rings Linda is nestled on the couch in a fluffy white robe drinking her favorite herbal tea reading The Art of War. She knows that its either Eric her man Wizzy the owner of Kisses or one of the nosey ass dancers trying to figure out what went down with her and Chyna. She was not in the mood for it. All she could think about is getting back home to take care of her mother and be back with her real man Ricky. She hated being without him for too long. Her body yearned for him. She loved the conversation they had and the time they spent together. She had gotten so caught up in how to explain why she was out of town for so long to Eric that she completely forgot to read the letter that Ricky had given her before she left. She jumped up off the couch with a smile spread so far across her face that her cheeks hurt. Taking the letter out of her purse she placed it close to ...