Ronnie: "Can't turn a natural born HOE into a HOUSEWIFE."
Jen: "Can't turn a coke head into a father! Yeahhh buddy."
First of all, baby momma, you accepted his "deposit", so.... Second, these two reproduced. Poor child. Well, Daddy RonBag is sorry for accusing his "girlfriend" of cheating.
"I want to apologize for earlier to my fans, and especially @tater-to-kitty I acted on my gut and not rationally. I should've never acted in a such a manor. My deepest apologies."
Why can't there be a shark attack on the Jersey Shore?
P.S. Tater to kitty?
P.P.S. It's "manner" not "manor."
"I have made no public comments on the many false stories from anonymous or biased sources that have been reported about me over these past several months. I remained silent in an attempt to protect my family from further embarrassment and to restore a small degree of the privacy they have lost. But defending my family now requires me to speak up. I fully acknowledge that I acted inappropriately as a husband, father and principal at NBC. However I want to make it perfectly clear that any allegations or reports of coercive, aggressive or abusive actions on my part, at any time, are absolutely false."
Riiiight. As we've seen Mr. Pudding Poop Cosby, a predator's reality is not everybody else's. So (allegedly) whipping out the wang to a co-worker was merely an innocent way of asking if there were any cream sticks in the commissary? And offering sex toys to co-workers was really just a white elephant party idea gone awry?
Thanks for "speaking out". Now go away.
You must be Egyptian, cuz you're livin' in denial. Fool.
"When you hear about slavery for 400 years-- for 400 years? That sounds like a choice. Like, you was there for 400 years and it's all of y'all? It's like we're mentally in prison."
I get what you meant. But your thoughts don't flow nearly as well as your rhymes. Sigh. Well, a TMZ reporter named Van got into a verbal scuffle with Yeezy:
"But they don't really realize, though.
This next verse, this next verse, though?
Watch, this some shit go:
Scoop di-di whoop!
Whoopty di-di scoop poop!"
The urban Dr. Seuss needs to zip it.