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Infant Swag: Crown Royal Baby Booties

Can we talk about how this right here is a real thing???

 

Oh yes, it’s real. I saw this on Tumblr last night and thought it might be photoshopped. I mean…really. Who would make baby booties out of the Crown Royal bag?? WHO??? Some lady with an Etsy shop, apparently. These are a real thing that is happening in the world. Classy ass baby booties for the infant of the finest liquor connoisseur, made to order for your Tiny Tot. Please note the disclaimer: “Please note, this bootie is not meant to encourage infant alcoholism, merely to celebrate the beauty of the Crown Royal bag, and the product that comes inside of the bag.”

This is truly a dirty pretty thang. I honestly feel like I have ABSOLUTELY seen everything at this point. What else could there possibly be???

Any thoughts on this, Dedicated Readers?

 

~pbg

 

****UPDATE****

Shortly after this post went up, I got a message from a woman I assume to be the creative genius behind the “Crown Royal Baby Booties”:

hi, i noticed you posted the crown royal booties. maybe you’ll reconsider if you have the full set. I posted the onesie on my site earlier this week.

Lovely! Here’s my response:

Hey girl! Haaay!!

I don’t have a baby to put in booties or onesies, so I’ll be skipping it. I will compliment you on your creativity. I’ve never seen anything like it and it definitely would have never occurred to me to put an infant into clothing emblazoned with a liquor emblem. 

Good luck in all your creative endeavors. 

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My First & Last Post Ever About “Basketball Wives”

So, this weekend I spent time at my good friend Nova’s house. In the wee hours of the morning after we left the Axel F party, we sat in his living room eating some awesome snacks from 7-Elven and he had me watch a clip of the VH-1 reality TV series, “Basketball Wives”.

I had never seen this show before and my knowledge of it didn’t go any further than what I see people squawking about it on Twitter and Facebook. I had no idea that these women would be the cause of me muttering myself to sleep about high-school antics, visible tracks and wondering how I never managed to bang a professional ball player and get rich on accident.

 

In the name of Harriet Tubman and Dorothy Dandrige, these YAAs (Yamps of Advanced Age) are the most wretched gaggle of geese I’ve ever seen on TV. Yes, even worse than The Real Housewives of Atlanta. 

Nova shared with me a clip in which the “ladies” were on vacation together in Italy. On vacation in Italy shaming the absolute f*ck out of every maternal ancestor of theirs all the way down to Mitochondrial Eve. I was beyond incensed with this unbeweavable, psuedo-socialite, f*ck lucky gang of losers. Raggedy hair extensions, bad skin, messy divorces, speech impediments and questionable characters abound throughout this bunch, but all they can find time to do is throw shade at one another. They all need to seek counseling.

They can’t even appreciate the “luxury” that they’ve managed to f*ck their ways into and are out in these streets acting like untrained monkeys. How are you gon’ be a “baller’s wife” but you’re throwing drinks, cussin’ like a sailor and fighting in the club like some unloved foster child? These polished up raggamuffins are embarrassing. I wish Ida B. Wells could rise up from her grave and slap the piss out of all of them.

Speaking of a slap…

 

This one yamp slapped the other yamp for talking bad about her behind her back. Why do you care so much, First Yamp (her name is Tammy)? If Second Yamp (named Meeka) ain’t messin’ with your kids or your money, LET THAT HOE TALK. And I won’t even go in on that lispy, #RunTellDat duck sitting between them. Hmph.

 

Anyway, today was a day I was glad I don’t have cable and can’t even be tempted to keep track of these shameful vaginas. I’d be on this blog ranting about their antics every week if I did. I’ll just stick to my books, boring documentaries and Netflix reruns, cuz this shyt right here…Nawl. I ain’t even about this Basketball Wives life. I simply can’t be.  And what’s truly sad is that these chicks are some unfortunate woman’s role models.

 

Any of you Dedicated Readers watch “Basketball Wives”?  What ya’ll know about these women? Aren’t they a mess? 

 

~pbg

 

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Friday's Funniest Tweets of The Week, Episode 23

Funniest Tweets are back! I know you guys have missed me. I’ve missed you too but I’ve been busy. I’ll be back on my blogging schedule soon, with a few new things to bring to this blogging table of mine. I’m working on some outside projects and trying to upgrade this site, both aesthetically and in content. In the meantime, enjoy the Weekly Funnies from Twitter here on Dirty Pretty Thangs:

Who’s the funniest from this week’s episode? Drop your vote in the comment section!

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Patchwork Love

When I was a lil’ girl, I used to watch my Grandma use scraps of cloth that she’d collected from here and there and sew the most beautiful patchwork quilts. She’d make some of the warmest and most comfortable quilts all by hand just from random pieces of cloth that weren’t good for anything else.

"Chiiile, you betta stop wishin' & start stitchin'!"

My Grandma has since passed on to Glory, but I still have one of her quilts and it is indeed one my most prized possessions.

Thanks to my Grandma’s creativity and resourcefulness, I’ve figured out how to get the man I want and I’m here to share it with you!

Patchwork him together!!

Oh, I know…you’re wondering what in the hot blue hell I’m talking about, right? I’m talking about love and romance; getting my needs met. I’m tired of waiting for “The One”. Eff waiting. I’m gonna MAKE “The One”, out of the scraps lying around that ain’t really worth a damn on their own, but sewn together will make a wonderful boyfriend. I advise you to do the same.

The main component to patching together “The One” is this: You can’t be married. You’ve already declared before the God of your understanding and the whole wide world that you found “The One”, so gone and sit back and chill on this one. Matrimony is holy. You can bring your friends random scraps, but you are OUT of the Quilting Circle.

As for the rest of us Single Ladies [all da single ladies!], let’s review the best pieces for The Amazing Technicolor Boyfriend:

1.) The Handyman

"I'll fix that right up for you, boo."

This is the guy that helps out when your garbage disposal starts acting up, you need your bathroom painted or some heavy furniture moved. Why should you be doing manual labor or even paying for it when there’s a nice guy vying for your attention that’s great with his hands and is more than willing to help out? How sweet, right? He’s more than worth the wonderful dinner you could cook/order out for him.

2.) The Driver

"Let me drop off this last fare and I'll be right over there to pick you up."

I know this probably doesn’t apply to a lot of you I.N.D.E.P.E.N.D.E.N.T. women, but a man who adores you so much that he’s willing to chauffeur you around is a must have on the dating roster. I live in DC and it’s not necessary to have a car in the city. But on the rare occasion that I must venture out into the God-awful suburbs, a nice man with a car to either take me out there or come pick me up or both is a lovely addition to The Quilt. For me, this guy has usually been a cab driver that’s a few years older than I am. A Sugar-Driver, if you will. They just like the company and the conversation, which leads me to my next scrap piece…

3.) The Thinker

"So, what are you reading?"

This guy is smart and likes to share it with you through deep and meaningful conversations. He’ll stimulate your mind and appreciate your thoughts and opinions on things. He’ll understand that you’re more than T&A. He’ll recognize and respect your emotional side. Who doesn’t want that?? Be careful though. This man could also be a douche who only wants to show off his degrees and thinks that MED is the second coming of Black Jesus. Just imagine that guy as a piece you would sew in then have to go BACK in and pick the stitches apart. More trouble than he’s worth.

4.) The Social Butterfly

I hear Mr.West is a GREAT date!

Ok, ok. I know…“Social Butterfly” isn’t exactly a term one would associate with a man, but I couldn’t think of anything comparable that oozes machismo, like athletic cups, tractor pulls and beer. Anyways, this man is the one that will always want to go out and have fun. Hanging with him means nights out at clubs (or lounges and bars, which is what I prefer), concerts, plays and even the occasional trip out of town. He’ll introduce you to his friends who are just as much fun as he is and thus, expand your social circle. He’ll always show you a good time which makes him a perfect piece to your quilt.

5.) The Sex Machine

"Unf. Girl, I'm on my way."

Oh yes, you know I was getting around to this. Grown women, we need this man. The quilt won’t even keep you warm without this piece. This guy is the one you can text at 1:00 am with not much more than an LOL-Smiley Face and by 1:45am be strapped up (always play safely), strapped in and riding into Glory. He’s better than milk when it comes to doing your body good, especially considering how most humans are lactose-intolerant. He’ll know that you’re more than just a beautiful mind. Your T&A and other goody parts will be treated like the heaven they are. Lord knows, that is a daunting task to have accomplished when you’re a single lady trying to live right out in these Mean Streets. Get this player on your team and release that pressure.

Now if you’re lucky enough to find any combination of these five scraps in any amount in ANY man, count yourself lucky and try to stick with him. You are WINNING! But if you’re like me, doomed to play catch with my two cats and read Steve Harvey books for the rest of my days, I suggest you get your needle and thread and gather your pieces. A stitch in time saves nine, My Lovelies.

This one is beautiful. I wanna marry it.


What do you all think? Any other pieces need to be included in our respective quilts? Did I miss anything?

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