Itchy Kitchy BeyGaga Dada

And so the Creole Lady Marmalade crack us fiends have been waiting for has finally flooded the block. We've been runnin our asses down to the welfare for about a month waiting for this video. Here now is my commentary.



So the movie video starts out with Lady Hell Nah being escorted into a co-ed prison. (You aint gon tell me other wise, I know what I saw) and being stripped down in a cell.
Sidebar: They wipe you down with a high pressure hose before you go in, so why Gaga still look dirty??
Side Sidebar: Why is she always gettin sexually harassed and stripped down in her videos? Her Elmer's Glue flesh tone be takin me under.

So for the first three minutes Gaga is giving us the jail house blues, except she didn't have any phone books taped to her body to protect her neck, and I saw not one shank. But that anal-rape anxiety was in the air though, I know I was afraid for mine.
Hulk Hogan ass bitches liftin weights on the yard, and I swear on everything I love, that was Sam Ronson kissing on Gaga.
Some kind of UFC cunt fest fight happened and then Gaga got a call.(PHONE CHECK NIGGA!!)
Her bail has been posted and she's on the way home. But please take notice to the CO that was on a dating website called Plenty Of Fish. SLAIN!

Queen Lobster Bisque shows up in the Pussy Wagon (Yall don't know shit about that) on some ole Dominatrix shit. They wasted a honey bun, and was talking some kind of noise about broken mirrors and crack and cheeseburgers and other shit, I don't know....

They wind up at some diner, where Beyowulf's pimp is waiting on his money. For some reason Gaga is workin the sandwich line in a Saran Wrap style outfit. What we didn't know was that BeyBey was fixin to shaaaaaave kill Mister. Gaga and Bey poison poor Tyrese Gibson and his 1975 Dolemite mustache, along with the rest of the patrons in the restaurant. And then the sickos do an 8-count around the bodies.(How dreadful). As they make their escape in the Pussy Wagon, they make plans to go "Far far away from here"(Canada?) To be continued... Or so you think...

A couple of things before we part:
1)Lady Gaga is Not Safe For Life. Creatively crazy but just Not Safe. For anything.
2)Bey's Rosie The Riveter bangs make my acid reflux act up =/
3)This video was nice, not worth all the anticipation, but it was nice.

I aint got shit else to say. Leave yo comments, questions, and concerns.. At the door cuz I don't give a damn :) LOL just funnin. Tell me what you think. About the video, not my damn blog... TTFN

What we have here is a failure to communicate...

{...I will not hate. I must not throw salt. Negative comments are inappropriate...}

^^^ Thats my favorite Beyonce Photo to date.

Since the dawn of time Destiny's Child, Beyonce has filled your home, heart, and life with her powerful Creole essence. She's been giving you haters, stans, and cunty bitches fever in the morning and fever all through the night since 1990 and there's no man-like Swagger Jacker{*side-eye* @ "Super" C}, Barbadian, or rhymes-with-Hilton force strong enough to stop her. She's just a bad bitch. Yep, I said it.{But don't tell my momma, she's a certified Beyonce-hater and I don't wanna be kicked out, I still got 4 more years of college left to be paid for}. I'm a wonderful mixture of lover and hater when it comes to all things Knowles. Not quite a stan, but not an anti-stan either. I found it in my heart to let Sasha Fierce be great; no schizophrenic jokes from me. But watching cunt after cunt and fat bitch after fat bitch re-vamp the dance moves from"All My Single Let Us", hearing "Halo" on the radio approx. 85 million times in a row, seeing her recycle the same idea for every video she's released from I Am... Such A Mess, and having Lil Creole Pimp ignore my "Do you like me check yes or no" notes{I spent much time on them notes, I even wrote em in Tickle Me Pink, my favorite crayola color} had me ready to spit in somebody's damn gumbo... Taking all these things into account I had to ask myself, is it possible to be a fairweather Queen Bee fan??

You Beyonce stans be havin me at 99.9 degrees fahrenheit{FEVER} when yall get to showin love. Its a life-style to you all. And I understand, but do you all need to break laws and partake in questionable activities for the love of all things Bey?? I know someone who gave a blow-job behind a dumpster at a Popeye's for a burned copy of I Am... Such A Mess. I was shocked, awed, disgusted and impressed when I learned this, but needless to say that person and I are no longer friends... I don't aassociate with too many true to life Beyonce stans because 1) I can't fight and if you fuckin with a real stan and you don't own anything Dereon related or don't get the urge to do the Muddy Water Jig when "Get Me Bodied" comes on you are liable to get cut and 2) People who listen to Beyonce but can't understand the other-worldly genius that is Erykah Badu put me in a bad way.... iCan't. Beyasha stans be on their Kanye swag when they turn it on, you can't tell them NOTHING. They don't care that Ri-vamper Rihana is still relevant because she's re-released Good Girl Gone Stale fifty-leven times, or that she has a couple of endorsements here and there, Bey does it better. Queen Creole is the only celebrity you know that could endorse Pepsi and Coke at the same time and they both'll be okay with it. And how many times did B'Day come out?? And lawd, if you value your life and your lace-front, you better not dare to utter Keris Hilton's name in the presence of a Beyonce-lobbyist or its death by firing squad for that ass... Ciara?? Yeah okay, be prepared to get laughed at and mocked mercilessly for even trying that... To put it simply there's nothing more powerful or scarier than a Queen Bey stan. Except maybe......

All those opposed to Beyonce-related propoganda and paraphernalia speak now or forever hold your piece.... NOW WAIT A MINUTE BITCHES!!! ALL YOU MUH'FUCKAS CAN'T SPEAK AT ONCE!!! LOL... Yall wanna know a secret?? I secretly stan for anti-stans. Even when they get all "sick and filthy" {is that how the craw-fish consumers say it??} and band together with their fellow haters and make it hurricane on other people's parades. I almost got stabbed with a rusty screw-driver by an anti-Bey pro Ri-Ri stan for callin the good girl gone stale "Pon De Forehead" on twitter... I almost followed him, but I didn't want him following me in real life cuz I like to down-talk Rihana...

Anti-stans make my world go round, cuz I'm an avid supporter of the under-dog. And who you know that gets shitted on more than them muh'fuckas who choose not to think of themselves as the female version of a hustler or the nigga that didn't think it was cute for Bey Bey to be singin bout his ego?? Nobody. People who hate Rihana are considered reasonable, that island cunt is seen as sketchy cuz they lookin to nab a green card. Hating on Keris Hilton has become America's favorite past-time. Even the White folks who couldn't care less about the goings-on of black shuckers and jivers seem to dislike Keri's diluted looks{Is she mixed with white, black, and Monchichi or what??} And Ciara is still so damn false and irrelevant that she hates herself and doesn't seem to care who knows.{How else would you describe that disgruntled hair-piece on top of her manly dome?}. But to hate Be-yaki is hateful. Its irrational, its irresponsible, inconceiveable, and irreplaceable. I'm sorry, it had to be done but now I've gone and digressed. You Bey stans are lower than low, and ruthless against your arch-nemisis, those who willingly choose to forsake your master pusher queen, and disrespect all things S. Fierce. Some of you even go so far as to treat Soledad with undeserved disdain{she's Creole too!!} in favor of Bey, so I know yall don't mind shittin on a muh'fucka who talkin down on the wind beneath your strap-on multi-colored House of Dereon wings. Those of you who aren't impressed with dirty French folks who like fried chicken and gumbo, and do NOT wish to be a back-up dancer in Single Ladies pt. IV get disrespected on a daily basis. I've seen a Bey stan break a bitch down so bad she almost killed herself with a stilleto to the face and all of Bey's scenes in Dream Girls on repeat. It was a sad thing to see. Anti-Bey folks who are out of the closet are hated with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns... Bey is all to the good, how could you hate her?!?!?

It never made sense to me why people hate/love the girl so much, she's only one human. But I've never really understood the idea-ology behind a stan or anti-stan anyway. Get a life, I say. Ah! There's the rub, to both sides Beyonce is their life. So why can't they have that mutual respect for one another? I'm not sure, and I really don't care. I have no more time for matters of the Creole, I have Baduizm Live on pause and I can't put off my jam session any longer. Lace-front and Prosper....