Has Anyone Found Waldo?

Stop wasting your time. Looking for us is like searching for Waldo. For the record, throwing out random names is gonna cause probs most of your scary asses aint prepared to deal with.

For all you little brown nosers trying to say slick shit hoping we'll involve you, stop wasting your time. Bullshit ain't bout nothing and thats exactly what you are to us. NOTHING. Get a damn backbone and laugh like you want to instead of fucking up your knees, kissing ass, working for the cookie you been promised. You big and bad, talking big shit, whatchu waiting for?! DO IT!!!!!

We're SO Scared!

I come online after hearing about all this bullshit going down over on Twitter and my first reaction was

First things first. I can give a fuck about Twitter, that shit is not my thing. It may be familiar to my comrades but I don't fuck with it. I am, however hearing all kinds of talk about somebody trying to dig around in order to find out who we are and I just have one question.

Just What The Fuck Are You Going To Do When You Find Out!?

You not gon do nuttin besides sit there and continue to blow steam out your nose like a pissed off bull. What you gon do!? Come FIND us?

Good luck with that.

We are Miss Taken, Miss Behavin and Miss Understood.

If you need or require more than that and you're itching to uncover our government names, then you're obviously wishing to make this something personal as opposed to good old fashioned online entertainment.

And trust me, that's not something you want to do.

So you felt the need to go blow for blow with us over the fact that my girls spoke the truth about you. That's fine, but what you campaigning for? What's the point of taking that shit on Twitter talking about we got too much time on our hands. Nigga, if you on twitter bringing this shit up then you the the one that got too much time on your hands!

You obviously wear your heart on your sleeve and that's unfortunate.

You, who profess to look down on blog beef.

Well guess what? You can keep sniffing around like a fuckin bloodhound if you want to but i'm just about to be real with you.

You seem to think that 2 of us are from the Urban Blogger - keep racking your brain over that uneducated guess. Remember though, there's a 3rd chick pimpin out the spot and i'm here to tell you, i'm not from Urban Blogger. It's not law for everybody to like you, so I could be anybody that you rubbed wrong.

You might want ta keep that in mind next time before you try to call out ya little punk ass goons to try dig up some dirt because you ain't doing nuttin but blowin smoke.

I never jumped on your back but you just made it real by coming at my team so

in a nut shell:

now what

Well Pin a Rose On Your Nose!

Seems like my favorite person Necole has put on her investigative cap and done a little research and has come up with a conclusion as to who I am.

*crickets*

Great. While you're busy figuring out who I am and wasting time catching feelings over the TRUTH you should probably be trying to get invited to these parties you spend SO MUCH time blogging about. Because I know you werent there. Or maybe you should put a little effort into Originating your own posts and stuff. The funny part is everybody speculating on who I am is jogging down the COMPLETELY wrong path. Because even if/when I'm "found out" I'm still gonna say everything I'm saying right now because, it's still gonna be true. What are ya'll gonna do, beat me up in the streets because I said your weave was bad?


Carry on with the search and being all mad acting on Twitter.

Fuck Who Ran It, Who Rocked It, or Who Looked More Bangin'

This is for them damn blogs who have a habit of posting up copy cat fashion that don't nobody give a flying fuck about.

You know who the main offenders are.

YBF, Concreteloop and Bossip

Real talk. Do you really want to spend your time when on somebody's site, deciding who the fuck looked better in the same God damn outfit?

I don't know which one came up with idea to even dedicate a post to that shit first because that's neither here nor there. Bottom line is:

FUCK WHO RAN IT, ROCKED OR WHO LOOKED MORE BANGIN'!!!

I guarantee you, ain't none of them muh'fuckas you show casing up give 2 erect middle fingers about y'all asses.

Is the fact that you even felt like highlighting that they wearing the same clothes supposed to make them feel good?

Get outta here with that.

Y'all the copy catters for doing the same type of post, tryna switch it up with a title.

I hate that shit.

TARGET PRACTICE: Sandra Rose

If u make Whoopi Goldberg look like Halle Berry u need to step away from the keyboard. Sandra is the biggest hater out. She dish it but can't take it. Thats why the registration to comment on her site closed. The truth hurts, suck it up. Think I'm bullshytn? UGMO knows she a mess. "I may look a hot mess, but I clean up nicely if I throw on a tight lacefront wig and a little makeup." Her words. Not mine. More like a little Sherwin-Williams and a whole horse.

SHOT OF REALITY:

shot one-Yo site not hitting on shyt.
shot two- The industry don't fuck to tough with ya, so u send ur photographer ass kisser out to do all the hard work.
shot three-Stay off Monica's ass. That is Rockos job not urs.
shot four.-Matter of fact ur old ass need to be trying to form a black version of the Golden Girls. Act your age and leave blogging to the new generation. Old geezer.
shot five- No one likes u. Ur own readers curse u out.

U drunk off hate, Miss Behavin' drunk off revenge. Eff yo blog called you out and so did Sandra Rose Is A Hater. Feeling froggy? I dare you JUMP.