Stars and stripes.


But seriously, this Tigra thing, y’all! Look, all I’m sayin’ is that if I were Tigra, I’d be a hell of a lot more concerned that the man who rolled up in my bedroom with his crew, shot me in my knee, kicked my ass in my own house, and had the nerve to threaten Ma Dukes is out there cruisin’ around Bed Stuy and having meetings with the White Queen like he’s untouchable.

And Tigra is sitting on the couch crying to a shrink because she was knocked up by a guy who wasn’t honest? Like every other woman who has ever appeared on The Maury Povich Show? I would think she’d need to be more concerned about someone putting a bullet in her mother’s head. I would think she’d need to be more concerned about someone knocking her right the hell out in the kitchen while she’s trying to get her Hostess snack cake on. But that’s just me.