Here’s Kayne’s fourth single from his album called Flashing Lights. If you’re wondering why I am posting it, it’s pretty fucking simple. There’s a girl stripping out of a dress and into some pretty serious lingerie with some pretty serious tits and a pretty serious ass and she’s killing Kanye so he can be with his Mama or some shit cuz little baby misses his Mama…

I remember a time before the internet when the only thing on TV to jerk off to was the music videos, late night infomercials, Jennifer Aniston’s tits on friends because her nipples were always hard, Gymnastic competitions, Swimming competitions, Figure Skating Competitions, scrambled porn, late night movies that would show a little nipple sometimes, fashion shows, the news, Roseanne, Grace Under Fire because I like lesbians, reruns of Giligan’s Island, the Brady Bunch….I guess when you’re a pervert there’s no shortage of shit to jerk off to but what I am getting at is that this is a music video that would have come in handy in a different era, so enjoy.

Girl in the video, will you be my Valentine…just don’t kill me, too many people will miss me….mainly me.

Death is never funny, even when it happens to a comedian or a clown, or when the person involved dies doing something stupid like showering with his TV because he didn’t want to miss his favorite episode of Friends or by trying to show his friends how cool he is by running through traffic like he was Frogger, or even if he died jerking off with a dildo jammed in his ass and a fleshlight in his hand wearing women’s panties, but this was emailed to me and I figured I’d throw it up.

I know that it’s not like there’s anything you can do about it and you’re probably not even a fan of Kanye’s but regardless, I am posting it because he was really close to her and sings about her and all that shit, and when death hits, the person either gets totally fucked up and self destructs or ends up producing the best shit of their life. So this is going to have some kind of impact on him and shit he’s involved in.

You should all call your moms and loved ones today, even if they are ashamed of you for being such a loser and fuck up who embarrasses the family and wrote you off 10 years ago asking you to never call home again, just because their still alive and you never know when they’ll drop dead leaving you with a whole lot of guilt for not talking to them when you had the chance that will follow you for the rest of your life and lead you to the bottle more than you’ve already been lead to the bottle.

Rapper Kanye West’s Mother Dies
By JACOB ADELMAN

LOS ANGELES (AP) — Donda West, mother of Kanye West and former chairwoman of Chicago State University’s English department, has died, a spokesman for the rapper said. She was 58.

Donda West died Saturday night in Los Angeles, said the spokesman, who asked for anonymity because not all family members had been notified.

“The family respectfully asks for privacy during this time of grief,” the spokesman said.

A cause of death has not been released.

Donda West was known for the strong bond she shared with her son, by whose side she was often seen at parties and award shows.

Kanye West, 30, often spoke of his close relationship with his mother, who raised him alone after her husband left when Kanye was 3.

She was the inspiration for the song, “Hey Mama,” on Kanye West’s 2005 album “Late Registration,” in which he sings: “Hey Mama, I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz I’m so proud of you … I appreciate what you allowed for me. I just want you to be proud of me.”

Donda West frequently defended her son against critics who accused him of penning misogynistic lyrics and other purported transgressions.

“I support my baby,” she said in a Chicago Sun-Times interview. “He is telling how he feels and he is speaking the truth as he sees it.”

In May, she published the book “Raising Kanye: Life Lessons from the Mother of a Hip-Hop Star,” in which she paid homage to her famous son.

Donda West served as chief executive of West Brands LLC, the parent company of her son’s business enterprises, and as chairwoman of the Kanye West Foundation, an educational nonprofit that works to decrease dropout rates and improve literacy.

Kanye West told the Associated Press in August that he and his mother worked together to devise the foundation’s first program, “Loop Dreams,” which helps public school students get involved in music.

“Me and my mother were discussing ways to give back and came up with the concept,” he said.

Donda West worked in higher education for 31 years, before leaving academia in 2004 to help manage her son’s career, according to a biography on the Kanye West Foundation’s Web site.

She began working at Chicago State University in 1980 and eventually chaired the school’s English department, according to the site. She started her teaching career in the early 1970s as an instructor at Brown College in Atlanta.

Kanye West’s writing partner Rhymefest lamented Donda West’s death Sunday in an appearance on Chicago radio station WCGI.

“She was everyone’s mom,” Rhymefest said. “A spirit never dies, a spirit lasts forever.”

Associated Press Music Writer Nekesa Mumbi Moody in New York and AP writer Sophia Tareen in Chicago contributed to this report.

Here are some boring fucking pictures that I am posting because they were sent into the site from one of you and I am all for posting pictures that you send in because it means no one else has this shit, and in this case I literally mean shit. Not because of Kanye’s skin color, but because Kanye West performing at some In Touch party where he tried to get some groupie to rub his head and rolled in after rockin’ out with Maroon 5 at some other party so he apparently sucked and I don’t really give a fuck…. because he bores me.

Reality is that I am way more into seeing pictures of your girlfriend naked, showering, shaving her cooch, flashing her tits, wearing a bikini, than seeing some hip hop recording artist performing…but since I am slow fucking moving today, we’ll start the day with this and since you don’t have a girlfriend, we’ll prevent a lot of emails of girls you find on amateur sites that you pretend are your girlfriend because you think it will impress me and by a lot of emails I mean 1 email because I have no readers… Cuddles.

Here’s the video of Kanye West freaking out for losing all the awards he was up for at the VMAs. Dude pulls the race card and cries like a little bitch about how hard he works and how good he is and how he’s never coming back to MTV because he feels so wronged, or whatever the fuck he says because I don’t speak Hip Hop.

I do know that it’s possible the whole thing is a publicity stunt, his whole being the best and greatest attitude is kinda what makes him who he is and without that he’s just some dude with average music and sunglasses like Diddy. Every rapper thinks they are the best, because all their friends that they grew up with are working at car washes, selling drugs or dead so as local heroes now in the big leagues up against the world, so standing out as the best is the way to get noticed. Plus people are idiots and believe what they are told. So if an average girl says she’s hot, people around her start believing it too. If an dude thinks he’s funny and tells everyone how funny he is, people around him start to think he’s funny because they are supposed to.

When I was growing up there was a really ugly chick who looked like an alien. All the guys in my class were so fucking into her because she had a bit more of a body than the rest of the girls who still looked like little boys. She had some tit, some ass, was tall and had thick legs. But I always knew something was off. I was new to the country and didn’t want to get beat up so I’d just go along with them saying how bitch was hot and I’d be all like “dude did you see that tight shit she was in” and shit, so here we are with this monster of a girl who became a monster because she thought she was fucking hot and guys thought she was hot, when in reality she was more busted than my TV.

Either way, losing sucks and I can relate to the frustration of thinking that you’ve got something good and never getting acknowledged, living a life of constant losing….but I guess what you gotta do is realize that the shit you create is garbage so that when awards shows come up you’re just happy to be invited to the party because there’s an open bar. Being a diva about it is so fucking pathetic and now I have no respect for the guy, not because he’s black but because he’s a cry baby. I think it’s called “grow a dick” asshole. He makes more money than anyone I’ve ever met I don’t see why he’s gotta get menstruate all over MTV….just sit at home and count your money, fuck hot groupies and shut the fuck up.