What could possibly be so sh-t about the lives of the stars that they routinely resort to verbally and emotionally abusing the small people?
Puffy/Diddy/ F-cktwat threw a birthday party the other night and hired a designer. The designer was given some money and a few hours and instructed to decorate just so but all white (which is so over) with roses and mirrors and other standard lounge embellishments. Unfortunately, Diddy came back and was not pleased with the creation.
"Diddy declared it dreadful and went into a major hissy fit, screaming, 'Show me the receipts!' and 'Get the money back!' to his assistant. Then he began ripping the fabric off the walls saying he hated it. He berated the poor young decorator to the point that the guy gave back $2,000 of the money he had spent."
Big farking ass! It’s a birthday party! A black president has just been elected! Was it necessary?
Of course not.
But it’s Diddy. And he’s forgotten where he came from. And the bitch is classless. And a mean mother-cker. And so it’s not surprising.
But beware the karmic payback.
Back in the China village, the old folks used to give out red money pockets on their own birthdays. You give out good luck, you get back good luck.
If these are the gifts that Diddy be dealing, needless to say, Puffsnatch is in for a world of hurt.
Good!
Monday, November 10, 2008 at 10:28 AM
