Looks like Nas is rubbing elbows with Mark Zuckerberg and billionaire investor Ben Horowitz while chopping it up over lunchables. Not sure what this meeting will lead to, put I am sure it is about that money.
T.I. and Tiny and fam all gather around the chair getting their Huxtables on. Only thing missing from the picture is a fat cigar, pudding pops and a Coke.
This would be a welcome addition to any Mogul’s home bar. The mason jar cocktail shaker takes us back to sitting on our kin folks porch down in the country drinking lemonade. Now you can shake some Bacardi Limon with your lemonade to set the late summer party off the hook.
If you want one back them up at kickstarters. Or at least send them a buck to get the party kicked into gear.
1. Never go for a tray that is not in your zone.
2. Don’t chase a tray around the room.
3. Ladies first.
4. Never take more than one from the same tray.
5. Never take the last on the tray.
6. Never put anything back on the tray.
7. If you don’t know what it is, don’t eat it.
8. If the waiter doesn’t know what it is, don’t eat anything.
Jennifer Lopez told Ryan Seacrest that the time has come for her to leave American Idol after 2 years.
“It just started feeling like it’s a lot. Something had to give. You’re going to make me cry. I honestly feel the time has come to get back to do what I do. I have put it on hold because I love Idol so much. You have a lot of other responsibilities and other things you want to do.”
Not surprised at all. Seems like she may have just used AI to jump-start her career. In about 5 minutes she will hold a conference saying she is returning.
New watch alert – Hublot!! Dr Dre gives Rick Ross an expensive Hublot for his Born Day. Damn it must feel good to have friends with millions in they pocket.
How much Baggage is enough?
It’s interesting when you first meet a young lady and the spirits are pouring, sparks flying high, and just good old fashion fun. After a while being a Mogul can take a toll on you because you are automatically categorized. With this being said, you have went on countless outings with ladies only to realize she isn’t your type or she has too much BAGGAGE. Baggage comes in many forms and being a single man I have witnessed all different types. The first type of baggage that is highly slept on is past relationships. A person can be so overwhelmed by his/her past that it affects everyday life for that person. We have to block out the fact that his/her closet may be full of deception, unshakable memories, ass-whippings, stalking, deaths, STD’s, to name a few. All men have slept with his share of females just as women like to block out that part of the brain.
It’s funny to me because you can be out at a bar or lounge and some old companion peeps out the crowd and heads straight for you. After this happens the date can go two ways, bad or worse. In your mind one is thinking you had something exclusive, yet you drive to a lounge off in the cut somewhere only to realize she knows somebody over here too. In her mind when it happens to you, she’s like this one of his x girlfriends and I can’t believe he brought me here.
So this leads to some frustration. Of course drinking can cure any ailment so one must stop dazing and move on into the present moment. No matter the attraction something can always kill the mood. I was out with a young lady one night and she knew someone at every location.
So in my mind I’m thinking sex was inevitable. And I mean guys kept coming out the wood works. I took into consideration that beautiful ladies get approached all the time, but this was different. I started noticing how other women were looking at her as well. They started coming up speaking to her as well. The next thing I know I start running into females I know. I’m like damn, what the hell is going on? At that point I stopped judging my date and accepted the fact were just popular people. No matter what situation a Mogul is in, patience has to play a part. It was good that the skeletons starting falling out because it makes for better understanding. The more I drank the more I started to like this lady. Two months down the road we became very close and started going out all the time. However, there was something about her that wasn’t adding up.
When I went to her house she didn’t have any photos up (red Flag). What kind of gorgeous woman doesn’t have any photos or friends for that matter? She lived in a 3 bedroom house and two of the rooms were locked at all times (I know this because I checked them to see if anyone was in there because I was in Memphis once with a woman and some guy like Bro-man walked out with a plate in his hand when I was told “I live alone”) which was very odd. I knew something wasn’t right but I couldn’t put my hands on it. She was so fine and down to earth so I proceeded to stop worrying about it. And then one day the inevitable happened.
We were eating at the Ultimate sports bar when a man walks in with his friends. She spots the guy and says “O Lawd”, I’m like “O lawd”? That’s my husband and his friends over there. As a Mogul (we sweat too, but it’s rare) I did what was right. I got my ass up and walked away from her headed to the patio where the smoker’s dwell to gather my thoughts. She followed me outside like “your not leaving me with that crazy SOB.” I was like your married, you should have told me that. “But I like you DRE, and in my mind I’m thinking when liking Dre goes wrong. So were out on the patio and some dumb dumb starts flirting with her like “dam cuz this you, you can handle all that.” I’m like that’s why I hate cigarettes because it’s makes an ignorant person more careless. So his friends start looking and gawking which is bringing attention to me. We had a tab on the inside and the waitress is now looking for us. I peep back inside and her husband and his friends are sitting two tables away from our table(WTH). I tell her to meet me at the car and I went in to pay. I go and pay and headed out the door, the dam police have her helmed up spitting game at her. “O Lawd,” I’m thinking like she is bad news. We get to the car and she decides to tell all. “Dre you’re a wonderful man and I’m going through a divorce right now. Kenny is a police officer and he used to come home hitting on me accusing me of sleeping around. We were together for 5 years and have a 4 year old son. I have another child by my x husband who is 7 years old. I mean she kept going and going, and what do all smokers have in common.” A remedy blunt is in order right about now.