The end may or may not be nigh.
Published by Sid August 11th, 2006 in life, Celebrity, bags, swag, bitchery, General. Tags: No Tags.Lisa Raye is First Lady of Turks and Caicos.
Am I late to the game? Yes.
Do I give a damn? Nope.
I hereby raise a big, frosty tankard of haterale–like haterade, but stronger:
1. Lisa Raye…beautiful, but So. Damn. Country. That isn’t inherently wrong, but I mean, what kind of nation is led by bumpkins with a little cash? Oh, hold on…someplace is coming to mind…could it be…is it…Yep. It’s us. Nevermind Li, carry on with your Player’s Club skrippin’ self.
2. Pics at ConcreteLoop.com. Visit and return.
Ok. How does a Prime Minster of any nation allow his wedding reception to be held in what is clearly a hospital cafeteria?
Blue and white linoleum? Silver tinsel curtains hiding the hot bar? What?! I sincerely hope there was a classier, private event before or after this one. Because if this is the best a world leader* and a renowned actress** can do, we are in a booty-buttload of trouble as a people.
3. God-sisterfucking-damnit. You do NOT–I repeat, NOT!–let somebody into your wedding reception wearing a Bedazzled slip. *cough*Trina*cough* And, I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve been to a wedding, so I could just be behind on the trends, but since WHEN is it de rigeur to have Mrs. Jenkins’ third grade class handle the floral arrangements? Huh? Carnations and tissue paper bells, anyone?
Anyway. Congratulations to the happy couple! What do you think she’ll get in the divorce settlement? Turks? Caicos?
On a semi-related note, I couldn’t bring myself to get the Alize. $30 a bottle for that shit? And I’d have to be seen buying it?Heyll naw. They don’t even carry it in my local licky-marts. Where I did find it, there was a boozy old guy swaying to Whitney Houston blaring from the shop’s sound system, and offering up his opinions on her substance abuse to anyone who would listen.
I’m not saying I’ll never try the stuff; If somebody gives me some for free, I’ll taste it. But there’s no way in Hades I’m spending my hard earned cash on that stuff.
Have you seen the cover of the latest Men’s Health? I didn’t think it was possible for The Rock to photograph poorly. I was so very wrong. Why that shitty pic, which I cannot seem to find online right now, is the cover shot is absolutely beyond me. Oh wait. It’s a men’s mag. Men on men’s mags aren’t supposed to make the readers feel hopelessly inferior by comparison. Only the women on the cover of women’s mags are supposed to do that.
Aaaaand last:
I WANT IT
The Tocca Celia clutch. So pretty.
Clearly you have not been keeping up with Men’s Health magazine then…because nearly every issue I’ve ever seen has some dude with insanely ripped abs on the front cover that no chubby guy who likes his food has any hope of looking like… thus leading to me…urr… them… heading back to the kitchen to try and prove that their culinary kung fu totally kicks muscle tone kung fu anyday.
We all hurt.
Girl! That Lisa Raye wedding was a mess! It looks like a cheap wedding on Bridezillas. So tacky. I can’t shell the money out for Alize or Hypnotiq. I do like Nevan and those yellow cab martinis are the isht. That’s about as g-fab as I get. Nothing will ever replace my Turi
sigh. i’m so going to regret asking this…who’s lisa raye?
Ah, Lisa Raye. She’s, um, avideo-hooch-turned-actress, perhaps best known for her role as Diamond, the stripper with the heart of…um nevermind…in Ice Cube’s Player’s Club. Oh, and that show All of Us.
From Chicago, I hear.
Not commonly the kind of gal a politician marries. Except for the Italians. Porn stars run for office over there. *shrug*
AND, even weirder, LisaRaye and DaBrat are half sisters. So now DaBrat is like T&C’s first-half-sister-in-law or something. Sounds like the plot of a new show on the CW!
Let me reply by saying the wedding don’t make the person, but the reunion between too person that love each other is like the sun shining down on the earth,
the moon shining on the seven seas at night,a calm wind coming across your face letting you know that god is standing near you, whispering my child things are going to be alright. remember the foot steps in the sand (he will always carry you)God bless you and may you continue to be happy.