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Thursday, February 14, 2008
3:44 PM


Stop Encouraging Him

 



Am I wrong for thinking Ray-J is the lamest man alive? Obviously a glutton for punishment, I saw this video on Crunk + Disorderly and decided to watch it. See why procrastination is wrong, people? I became annoyed with him in the first thirty seconds of the video. I didn't think it could get any worse, but it did. Impressive, Ray-J. Most impressive.

No really: Am I wrong for thinking Ray-J is the lamest man alive? How long ago was this sex tape? Why does he keep talking about it to the point you have to wonder if it will be mentioned on his tombstone? (So much for that Pharrell + Chad shout out!) We get, Ray-J: You had a sex tape with the injection princess. Go you.

Has he not been able to find any other line of work or something? Paris Hilton found a couple of careers. Kim Kardashian landed a show on E! Why hasn't he picked up a new gig for his attention whoring antics? Has using sexual voyeurism to get Q-list celebrities reality shows become passe?

He acts like that lame in class that got the dope girl to give him soon and now you can't tell him anything. Y'know, like on Saved By The Bell when Kelly kissed Screech on the cheek. You couldn't tell him a damn thing. Or like when Lisa Turtle finally showed him a lil' affection for a millisecond. That's Ray-J.

I long for the days when Ray-J was just known as Brandy's better. Better yet, I yearn for the return when a question about Ray-J would be met with, "WHO?!"

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