Shidꞌid•on•em (shĭtꞌ tĭd - ȏnꞌ ǝm)
Chiefly U.S.
verb. The act or an instance of expressing judgments of the merits, faults, value, or truth of a matter, in such a way as to take on the appearance of one defecating on the subject.
Variant of ‘shitted on them’
[Middle English shiten, from Old English *scitan.
Meanwhile Romney, Newt and the rest of Republicans were fussing over who will be the next President of America, Bishop Eddie Long outfoxed those suckers and stole the position of King of America.
So most of you didn’t know America was a monarchy, but it is. How else would Bishop Eddie be our king? All hail!
The popular T-shirt website ‘Teefury.com’, who only sells one t-shirt for 24 hours each day, just released a design called Eggplanted to which fans of the site are now questioning whether a racist remark is vivid in the cotton.
The shirt designer, who calls himself Bitmemory, says the image is one of the ‘Eggplant Wizard’ from an old videogame called Kid Icarus. And while such a character did in fact exist, we’re a little uncertain if the depiction on the shirt doesn’t seem more like the Sambo character raised some decades ago to offend Blacks. Not to mention, how could he not know that the name ‘eggplant’ is used as a racial epithet? Did he not see True Romance?
“You’re part eggplant.” — Dennis Hopper.
All of you youngins who’ve been yapping of late that the eyebrow-laden Canadian emcee, Drake, is the next Jay-Z, this generation’s pop culture king, we’ve spent nearly a month listening keenly to Drake’s latest album, Take Care, wanting so badly to agree with you Drakers. But I’m sorry. Take Care is cool at best, fucking far from revolutionary, a tad bit inspiring and sometimes annoying (Oh gosh, the singing). In sum, pump your brakes on the Jay-Z comparison, it’s totally nonsensical, bicycles to Porshes. But everyone should still buy it.
The lengths some women are going for a big ass.
A Miami woman, Oneal Ron Morris, who was actually born as a man, and who injected cement, mineral oil and flat-tire sealant, in her own ass, was arrested and charged with practicing medicine without a license, after posing as a doctor and performing this botched plastic surgery on another woman.
The victim paid $700 for a series of injections. She was soon in pain but Morris assured her: “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. We just keep injecting you with the stuff and it all works itself out.”
Embarrassed, the victim did not see a doctor weeks later after receiving sores on her ass and severe abdominal pain. Finally, her mom took her to the hospital.
Pusha T, arguably one of hip-hop’s most prolific cocaine-laden lyricist, dropped his solo album yesterday, Fear of God II. Unfortunately, the song Tony Montana, aka, the ‘Official White Girl Remix’, is not on the album.
Nonetheless, listening to the lyrics on this one-verse video is quite sufficient. Important to note, however, if you’re troubled by Republican candidate Ron Paul’s stance on legalizing drugs, this song here is not for you. One can develop a habit just listening to it.
LYRICS:
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Started with 28 grams and a hammer/
Bitch, look at me now, I’m Tony Montana/
Gave me 2 options, hell or the slammer/
They forgot the third, I’m on top, antenna/
Winter time, bags at the mall, bad santa/
Phipps Plaza/Lenox Square Mall, Atlanta/
Twinkle toe, Lou-boutins, hoes love glamor/
Black and white diamonds in the chain, that’s panda/
G.O.O.D. music calendar, Def Jam planner/
Now everybody fans and the feds’ got cameras/
Off-white top on the coupe, like dandruff/
Turn them Ks over, white girl, that’s Vanna/
Sell him ten, front another 10, that’s standard/
He asked to get fronted 20 more, that’s random/
See the signs, cut the nigga short, that’s cancer/
Kill ‘em then kiss his mama’s cheek, that’s manners.
