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Originally posted by KC:
I think that's nice. I don't think it's nice however to make fun of people's names.

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Originally posted by leigha:
As I discovered earlier today, it's all in good fun.

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Right on, Leigha. Now go get this boo a Gin and Tonic, biznatch.

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Originally posted by leigha:
As I discovered earlier today, it's all in good fun.

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You're right. Good fun for me is voting for Pamie.

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Pamie bent over and this is what dropped out:
Sweet, sweet Omar. So nice, you are, sitting there. With that cute face. And your sexy hands. And that golden voice of yours. Oh, I like how you dressed your vagina up with a pretty pretty bow today. You're a little doll, aren't you?

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You're just mad cuz my vagina is sweeter than yours will ever be. I don't booze around and smoke. My love honey tastes like nectar.

(ahem.)

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Originally posted by KC:
All, I know is that Pamie doesn't make fun of her readers (that's what we are by the way.. Her readers).

She doesn't need us to "get her back", but if she's going out of town, we're not gonna let you try to take her down either.

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Originally posted by KC:
All, I know is that Pamie doesn't make fun of her readers (that's what we are by the way.. Her readers).

She doesn't need us to "get her back", but if she's going out of town, we're not gonna let you try to take her down either.

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Code on the 7th page, Code Red! Get one sense of humor up here, stat!

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Originally posted by Mike:
Dude, you're taking this way too seriously.

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Originally posted by KC:
I'm not serious at all, I'm getting in on the fun, Dude.

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See, now that's what we like to see! Now get to smackin', KC!

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Originally posted by KC:
What happened to Allison?

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Originally posted by Latrell's boo:
Bitch, hell. We're all here because of Latrellllllllll Spreeeeeeeeeewelllllll! And Allison, too.
Boo, where'd you go? I loved seein' your pretty, pretty face on that last page, baby.

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My face may be pretty, but not as pretty as yours, my boo.

Hey. Psst. Yo. My cornrows are gettin' a little manky, baby. You know I don't look stylin' unless I have a migraine an the squint eye. Those braids gots to be TIGHT. Get to plaitin', woman.

Now lissen up, yo.

To the karaoke peeps: What's up?!? It's been a few weeks now since the last smack-down, and I've had some time to think about all that has happened to the karaoke competitors you see before you in the past few months. The "experts" on the Love That Dare Not Sing Its Name think it might have been a miracle that any of you made it to the Karaoke Finals, but to tell you the truth, it wasn't that much of a surprise to me. Because I, Latrell, have always loved you and had faith in your abilities. Because I loves you like dat.

You have one thing that no other people in the Karaoke Biz has, and that made all the difference: fans like me. Latrell Sprewell.

When I came to the Pamie Forums (it was a condition of my recent trade, yo, shut up! You just don' know how they is...) in the past coupla weeks, you could have turned your backs on me and wished for someone else to sing your praises. But instead, you took me in like I knew you would. You opened your hearts and imaginary cardboard Gateway boxes to me (and, oh yeah, my boo. Have y'all met Latrell's Boo? Bitch is mine, yo. Hands off. Baby got back, thass all I'm sayin'). You shared your imaginary sterno and dumpster treats with me. You talked smack so fine. You made me feel welcome in Pamieland, and I knew from the beginning that you weren't just supporting the Pamster and her crew, but me and the karaoke as well. Because you have the LOVE for Latrell Sprewell as much as you have the love of the Karaoke.

When I was injured early in the Karaoke tryouts (nasty accident involving hot pizza, a jar of crusty decade-old Jheri Curl and some bongwater--you don't really wanna know the details) and had to miss out on the tryouts, you could have turned your back then, complained that I was too much of a risk, agreed with my detractors when they were crushing me. But even then, I knew you were with me. I saw you wearing my trademarked cornrows in support of me (Latrell) at the Garden, and my homeboy Dong Tong Fong and I talked about how that made us all misty and shit. Y'all the best. I loves you all. You rocked the mic, each and every one of you.

I knew then you would be patient and wait for me to come back. I knew you'd understand how a broken leg might conceivably damage my vocal chords because y'all are empathetic like that. I think your patience will pay off when the Third Karaoke Competiton comes around, but until then, I just wanted y'all to know that I'm feelin' the love. No man has ever been loved more. Between y'all and my boo, I am truly blessed and I thank Jebus for that.

When I was losing the audience at the last karaoke smack-down and the media was blaming me for what was wrong with the state of karaoke today, you didn't nod your heads and agree. You screamed my name when I came up to the mic with my hand puppets, cheered when I made a valiant attempt at "I Will ALways Love You" and "Sabotage" and showed your support even when I missed the notes due to my unfortunate Pizza Incident Which We Shall Not Discuss. I'm in therapy, yo. Don't you worry none about ol' Latrell. I'll be fine.

You always showed the critics your unconditional support for the world of karaoke...and me.

You knew what the karaoke could do, how it brings people together just like a freakin' Bell South long distance commercial. Dazamn. Those always make Latrell tear up like a big ol' baby. *sniff*

You always knew what I could be, and you believed in the dream. You waved the "I *heart* You Latrell!" posters at the bars and clubs and you showed the rest of America--hell, you showed the whole damn world!--what could happen when you believe. And I, Latrell, do believe. I believe in YOU just like you believe in me.

When we all made it to the Karaoke Finals, you didn't complain that I was mismatched. You didn't say I couldn't do it, because you knew I had heart. And while I couldn't do it alone, we did it together. You and me and my boo. We did do it, and we made it to the Finals because you gave us the energy to go out there and fight for every note, every hook, every dramatic height EACH and EVERY time we hit the mics, yo. I never promised you a rose garden, but I promise I will rock you like a hurricane the next time I step up to the mic.

You are like no other karaoke peeps in the world, and I want you to know how much I appreciate your support and how much I love and support YOU. You had faith in me from day one. You believe in me AND the karaoke. The karaoke knows it, I knew it and I thank you for it. You are the best supporters the karaoke could have, and even though I, Latrell, am most grievously sidelined THIS time, well, NEXT time we're coming back. Me and you and my girl named Boo. Thass right! Wait until next year--I am eager to give you more. You will have more Latrell mic-lovin', this I swear. Word UP.

Thanks. See you next time. I love all of you and I cheer for you. You know who I love, don't you? Uh huh. Hey. Yo. Y'all have met my boo, right? She a fine lady. Come on, boo, Latrell's got a boo-boo. Check it out.

Latrell needs his boo to kiss his boo-boo. I'll even take off my AND1 sneaker.

Did I ever tell you about my very own Sneaker Company? I have a dream, an American Dream. But it is nothing compared to your karaoke dreams.

I'm just sayin'.*

Much love,

Latrell

* Y'all feel free to buy all the AND1 sneakers your little hearts desrie, now. They ain't no CHUCKS, but they fine. Check it out.

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Originally posted by Omar G:
KC = Korn Coochie. I've seen her backstage at their shows, passed around like an old newspaper.

It's sad. No skillz. no self esteem. Latchin' on to whoever looks like they might achieve something (cough, pamie, cough).

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Hey Pamie, can the MVP get a free shirt too?

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Pamie, do you mean that Omar has the shirts?? He has them in his possession?

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Man, Omar. Take a bath or some shit. Damn.

(p.s.: your the best boss ever! woo!)

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Pamie let out some gas and this is what the fumes spelled:
That is, if he doesn't get his stinky pussy juice all over the sleeves.

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That's not what you were saying when you asked me to bottle it for you so you could drink it like Snapple.

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Originally posted by pamie:
Omar has a small selection of the shirts that I'm bringing to pass out to my Austin friends and sxsw people.

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So who's dick do the rest of us have to suck to get a shirt? Allison's?

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Originally posted by Cinnamon:
So who's dick do the rest of us have to suck to get a shirt? Allison's?

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Damn, look at KC and Cumin step up and lay down some humor! I may need to start wooing in their direction.

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Originally posted by Omar G:
Leigha, are you still with me? Or have you passed out from my lusty impaling? Ooh, girl. Ooh, girl.

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Originally posted by Omar G:
That's not what you were saying when you asked me to bottle it for you so you could drink it like Snapple.

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Omar, don't even try to make it look like Pamie wanted it. I saw you bottling it up and gladly putting it in the microwave for later. So don't even go there.

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Originally posted by leigha:

That's what you called that 30 seconds of uncoordinated pumping?

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HAHAHAAHAHAAH! HOOKNOSE! I know she DID.

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Originally posted by Allison:
HAHAHAAHAHAAH! HOOKNOSE! I know she DID.

I'm back, bitches. What'd I miss while I was zzzzzz....

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Originally posted by lilsister:
Y'all are all so mean...and sexy...damn. Soon this contest will be over and I'll still be frustrated.

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Well, those of us who have to resort to cheap sex to get votes will be extremely frustrated. When they lose. Ha! Don't put yourself in that position. It's more fun to watch.