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If BET were to ever take a stab at copying MTV’s The Inferno the first episode of the reality competition should include a challenge involving consuming a McRib and washing it down with a grape flavored Four Loko before completing a 500 yard dash.  Team Chunk you’ve been put on notice.

At face value, the sandwich contains just pork, onions, and pickle slices slathered in barbecue sauce and laid out on a bun. But the truth is, there are roughly 70 ingredients. The bun alone contains 34, says TIME’s Melnick. In addition to chemicals like ammonium sulfate and polysorbate 80, the most egregious may be azodicarbonamide — “a flour-bleaching agent most commonly used in the manufactur[ing] of foamed plastics like gym mats the and soles of shoes.” According to McDonald’s own ingredient list, the bun also includes calcium sulfate and ethoxylated mono- and diglycerides, among other chemicals

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So, what’s the meat made of?

‘Love and Hip Hop 2′

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Who needs a morning cup of Joe to kick their digestive system into high gear when the preview for Love and Hip Hop 2 now exists? I know because I sharted myself around the 34 seconds mark upon hearing “My name is Kimbella and I’m a model, an actress, diva and everything else.”

Martin and Malcolm didn’t die for this.

There are no words to describe the supertrailer for Love And Hip Hop 2. If we could attempt to describe it, we’d call it explosive, shocking, thrilling, and emotional, but those can’t do it justice. This upcoming season promises drama like we’ve never seen from these ladies before. We’ll finally get some closure from Emily and Fab’s, we see where Chrissy and Jim stand, and what’s up with the careers of Somaya and Olivia. But it would appear that the new girls, Kimbella and Yandy, have brought a whole supply of drama with them for this season. It’s just…like we said, there are no words. Watch for yourself and tune in to the premiere on November 14 at 9 p.m

Happy Birthday to my Son.

A Parent sees a son through  so many ups and downs, it's true,  Through all the years until he's finally grown.  It starts with tender lullabies,  Then school, then proms--the time just flies...  And far too soon he's off and on his own.  His future holds so much in store,  And nothing's like it was before,  The change is sometimes hard to comprehend...  Son, My world's a wondrous place because your in it,  Your friendship is my most treasured one  Thank You for all the joy and all the laughter  And thank you for the love you've given me  My wish for you today and ever-after  Is that these blessings will be returned abundantly.                                                                     
   You're more than a son~you're a good friend as well~and I love you so very much.  Happy Birthday, Son

A concern as a parent....

The use of standardized test scores as a proxy for actual intelligence is a lazy, misguided, classist and culturally discriminatory tactic that makes the jobs of policymakers easier at the expense of the future of our children. That said, kids these days are more jaw-droppingly stupid than ever before. We're getting it from all sides.  America as a nation just got its SAT scores, and ugh...

Average scores on the SAT fell across the nation this year, with the reading score for the high school class of 2011 falling three points to 497, the lowest on record, according to a report Wednesday by the College Board, which administers the exams.The average writing score dropped two points, to 489, and the math score was down one point, to 514.

Yes, it's true that more speakers of English as a second language are taking the test than ever before, and it's true that the persistent racial disparities in the test results are indicative of a fatal structural flaw, and it's true that the simultaneous drop in overall scores coupled with an increase in very high scores is part and parcel of the ongoing bifurcation of America into separate and unequal camps of haves and have-nots.

We don't give a shit. Go to your room. And read a fucking book, for once. If we hear you "txting" up there, we swear to god. We swear to god.

Do you hear the doorbell? That is probably your huge weed box, right now

A Pennsylvania woman found a five-pound package of marijuana on her doorstep this week. The same thing happened to a nearby elderly couple. What should you do if you receive a large package of weed? Let us help you. As Gothamist rightly points out,the unbidden-parcels-of-pot thing is now, officially, a trend: Not only did it happen to those folks in Pennsylvania, but a dentist's office in New York City received 31 pounds of marijuana last month.
And this could happen to you, at literally any moment. Do you hear the doorbell? That is probably your huge weed box, right now. But follow our step-by-step guide, and it will work out:







* 1. Don't call the police.


* 2. Reseal the package.


* 3. Email me.






Don't worry! I'll handle the rest. lol...