I don’t think it’s fear.

Finally. The wife of a top ranked hip hop artist who ISN’T going to be on a reality show.

I’m 100 percent convinced its all recently created.

I can’t tell whether this person is a sociopath with absolutely no idea or care of how they appear or one of the better trolls I’ve seen in awhile.

I was thinking more that the consumer point and click cameras of the time couldn’t capture a breath of smoke being exhaled so clearly and cleanly. Her face would be more obscured.

Because, in my opinion, this shit is fake as the day is long and somebody’s on a Cindy Sherman-esque romp around playacting and doing photos to “find” and exhibit.

Which editor pulled your ass out of the grays so you could spread more of your bullshit all over the comments again?

This can’t be real. It’s too on-the-nose.

Word.

OH NO YOU DIDN’T!!!

I’m with you on this.

What I know about Rita Ora

You’ll have gruel and LIKE it, poor person!

THIS shit again. “Why, I was down at the A&P and some woman paid for a shopping cart full of steak and beer with food stamps! Can you believe it?”

And Katy Perry will start dressing in diner waitress get ups in her next video and use a diner concept for her next tour.

It’s the same tone-deafness and blinkered approach as when he went after Oprah and the readers in her book club.

I thought it was based on a cartoon and was supposed to be, well, maybe not funny but certainly not completely serious?

DRAG HA!

I read that story. I also read, I wish I could remember where, that a gangbang had broken out in a room of a house that Thompson was outside of when visiting the Angels somewhere, when he decided that wasn’t cool and chivarously decided to intervene. And got the tar beat out of him until Sonny Barger, who was…

You can’t fool me. That’s not Mike Wallace. That’s Bruno Kirby!