Diddy is SO sweet
Madonna doesn't like to be looked at and Diddy doesn't like people to axe him querstions. Diddy and a small entourage showed up at GoldBar in NYC the other night and when the waitress posed the question, "How many in your party?", Diddy turned into diva bitch supreme dickhead and replied "FUCKING BITCH" as he opened the velvet rope and walked past the hostess.
What kind of damn hot mess is that? Who even does that? That fucking bitch was just doing her damn job and someone like Diddy, who ain't that cute no way, is gonna get all wrecked and cuss her out? I would have been like...Gloria, girl you better hold my earrings because I just got them at H&M and they were the last pair and I am about to get fired for punching Diddy in the face. I guess she was supposed to read his mind and do a head count before his party even reached the place. Then again, that does sound like a good way to get into a crowded restaurant. Next time I make my way to Macaroni Grill and the hostess comes at me with a clipboard to take my name and ask me how many are in my party, I am just gonna walk right past her, yell "fucking bitch", and see what happens. I will tell you what happens, I get escorted out by either management or the fuzz and I am banned from ever having their cheap delicious gallon bottle of wine ever again, and that would make me die. Mmmm...Romano's sounds good right now and I have a sinus infection. [pagesix]
What kind of damn hot mess is that? Who even does that? That fucking bitch was just doing her damn job and someone like Diddy, who ain't that cute no way, is gonna get all wrecked and cuss her out? I would have been like...Gloria, girl you better hold my earrings because I just got them at H&M and they were the last pair and I am about to get fired for punching Diddy in the face. I guess she was supposed to read his mind and do a head count before his party even reached the place. Then again, that does sound like a good way to get into a crowded restaurant. Next time I make my way to Macaroni Grill and the hostess comes at me with a clipboard to take my name and ask me how many are in my party, I am just gonna walk right past her, yell "fucking bitch", and see what happens. I will tell you what happens, I get escorted out by either management or the fuzz and I am banned from ever having their cheap delicious gallon bottle of wine ever again, and that would make me die. Mmmm...Romano's sounds good right now and I have a sinus infection. [pagesix]
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