Ummm….fuck an introduction.

Seriously, for one, I don’t think anybody actually reads this shit. Which, you know, is cool and all, cuz truthfully I wouldn’t either. It’s a damn tournament about the looks of beautiful women.

Basically, who gives a shit?!

Not I says the streets.

We run the streets the streets don’t run we.

Speaking of Jay-Z, I might do an album review in a few days. I can’t decide if I want to or not. I mean, hell, he was considering sending the damn FBI after whoever leaked the album (Young Guru), so if I do an album review, it means I actually have the shit right? Not to say that I do or anything. Perhaps I’d just do an album review of what I think the album would sound like.

Yes, that sounds appropos.

I will say that where the album is hot, it’s en fuego. But when it tanks, man, it’s Blueprint 2 bad. Yeah, that bad.

On to the tournament.

Welcome to the fuckin’ final day of voting both here at Jackson G. Tickle Enterprises and over at The Royal Youngs, who’s owner “The Champ” has to be extremely happy today after his lowly Pittsburgh Steelers actually won a game, besting the downtrodden, hurricane beaten Saints of New Orleans. Good job, Pittsburgh, way to pick on the little guy. Not to be outdone, my Falcons of Atlanta proved that they do indeed suck (in case anybody thought otherwise) by losing for the second week in a row to a team that most people forgot actually relocated back to Cleveland.

The winner from the East side of the Bracket, courtesy of the Janet Jackson Bracket…

…our winner, and amazingly so given how many hater-ass women there are out there. Especially with motherfuckers actually admitting to me that they vote for underdogs (that’d be you Gabrielle Union) stricly because of their underdog status.

Guys and gals, I present to you:

BEYONCE “BE” KNOWLES

(I know its tiny, just click on it or something)

There you have it. The supple, young, object of J-A-Y Hova’s affection in all of her splendiferous glory. Truly a beauty to be beholden. Hmm, does that even make any sense? Seriously, have you any idea how glad I am to be done with this shit? Methinks you don’t. And I’d love to say something really uber-sexxy about Beyonce or some shit, but I keep looking at the pictures of Stacey “Mr Ass Is To Old To Hot-Box With God But I Still Look Fuckin’ Fine” Dash and I keep doing my best old fogey impression by saying, “yowza”. She’s fuckin’ banging. Now, get me, Beyonce is too, but does Beyonce have all of that fineness to look forward to at 40? I have to wonder. We have proof of Stacey’s fineness, similar to Angela Bassett. And we all know that Beyonce is a few biscuits away. Don’t kid yourself either, that weight she was sportin’ in The Fighting Temptations seemed like some natural ass weight. Hell, I’ve seen Momma Tina AKA The Evil Witch of South Texas (motherfucker that’s where I stay).

Panama and The Champ’s Pick and Prediction: Stacey Dash, bitches

We’d like to thank you all for actually voting and contributing your time to this here election campaign. The Gangsta Ninja Electoral College is in full effect mode like Al B. Sure. If you think that Beyonce should win this year’s October Madness (into November) Tournament, then place your vote here at Jackson G. Tickle Enterprises. If you think Stacey Dash should win…then get thee to a nunnery and place your vote over at The Royal Youngs.

Shit ain’t that hard.

And thank you. It’s been a lot of fun…kind of.

Sugarpants, signing off.

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