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Member Since: 3/15/2013
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I'll never let you down?
Its a really really catchy bop tho so I get you.
I've been playing it a lot lately
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Originally posted by Tuxedo
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Really? Our fave has just graced the cover of TIME 
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Why was the G.U.Y single thread closed again? 
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(+2) 8 Justin Timberlake - Not a Bad Thing 0.4397 0.4393 0.4387 0.4357 0.4331 0.4282 0.4232 0.4193 0.4154 0.4121 0.4125 0.4131 0.4131 0.4137 0.4082 0.4076 0.4037 0.4004 0.4012 0.3981
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(+14) 25 Justin Timberlake - Not a Bad Thing (Radio Edit) 0.0730 0.0708 0.0684 0.0680 0.0674 0.0674 0.0670 0.0656 0.0621 0.0586 0.0581 0.0553 0.0516 0.0509 0.0503 0.0483 0.0476 0.0475 0.0469 0.0461
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Member Since: 8/17/2013
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6. Rihanna (+1)
12. Beyoncé (-1)
#TITANstatus 
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ATRL Administrator
Member Since: 6/29/2002
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Originally posted by Halien4Life
Kworb, how'd you rate these songs outta 10?
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Fancy 3/10
Dreams haven't heard
West Coast 9/10
Boom Clap by who?
Fire Within by who?
Stay High by who?
CHi-Raq 2/10
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Member Since: 11/24/2009
Posts: 61,404
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Originally posted by Nicole
Katy is alone in the studio. It's late. Everyone has gone home. But in order to put her name on the new song Bonnie wrote for her, she needs to make some kind of contribution. She takes a colored sharpie. In big, loopy, glittery pink letters, she writes "Make it CUTER!" and underlines the 'cuter' twice. Pleased with herself, she grabs her purse and is about to head out when she hears a whimper.
She follows the sound down to the basement/office supply closet. She hesitates for a second before pulling the door open. Turns the light on. There, in the corner. Ke$ha. Handcuffed to the heavy supply cabinet. One eye completely bloodshot. Big clumps of hair torn out. Upper lip busted open. Feet bare, clothing torn, shivering. A gimp ball in her mouth to keep her from screaming. She whimpers again, like a pathetic wounded animal.
Katy is horrified. She runs to Ke$ha and pulls the ball out of her mouth. Ke$ha spits out a broken tooth and a dribble of blood.
"Please help me," she begs. "He's starving me. He says he'll keep me down here until I look like I belong on a stage instead of a Sears catalogue."
"Of course! We need to get you out of here! Where's the key?"
Ke$ha points a shaky broken finger at a key hanging on a hook in the wall. Katy makes a dash for the key. But suddenly she stops. She doesn't see the key anymore. Instead she sees a big glittery 1, like a gold star on top of a Christmas tree. The top of the Hot 100. What will happen if Luke finds out that she let her out?
Katy pretends to reach for the key, then suddenly grabs the gimp ball and SHOVES it back into Ke$ha's mouth. She flicks the light off and exists without another word, shutting the door behind her.
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Originally posted by Jewfro
Katy struts out of the studio like she’s on a catwalk, smirking slightly, picturing that Hot 100 #1 at the end of the runway. She’s satisfied.
She turns the corner and smacks right into three trash cans. Katy shrieks “Oh my gooooodness” and lets out a giggle. But then she hears a faint, haggard “Katy?” It’s Lady Gaga (who’s over). She looks like she just woke up. Because she did. “Katy, is that you? It’s me, Gaga!”
Katy looks her up and down. She barely recognizes her without the makeup and costumes. At first glance Katy thinks she’s pregnant, but quickly realizes it’s just that her boobs rest on her belly button. Katy’s eyes dart to her hair. It’s frazzled, with a lump at the top. Katy wonders for a second and then it clicks: “Ah, she tried to make a hair bow,” Katy thinks. But like her career, it just didn’t work out.
“Katy, how are youuu?” Gaga purrs. She tries to reach out and grab Katy’s ankle, but Katy quickly steps out of reach. Katy quips, “Um, hi. I’m good, I guess” as she bats her eyes. She’s looking down at Gaga, who’s sprawled across three pieces of cardboard.
Gaga smiles for a second. Her lips move as if to speak, and then her face contorts and she starts to bawl. “Katy, please, please. You have to help me. Get me out of this dump. I’m tired of living this way.”
Katy pauses, smiles, and bubbly replies, “I thought you just loved the music, not the bling?” as she bats her eyes at Gaga. Gaga starts on a meth induced rage and yells “You ****ing bitch, if you only….” but catches herself. She laughs and goes, “I mean, I love my art. I would die for my art. But not by starving to death on the streets.”
Katy thinks for a moment. She thinks about 2009. Gaga’s year. Two Hot 100 #1s. A massive music video. The VMAs. She thinks about the Alejandro video, cheap fart jokes, meat dresses and egg vessels. Ah, the past.
She offers a friendly smile. “I think I know how to help. Get up.” She stares into Gaga’s dead eyes and grabs her hand. Gaga slowly rises, like a phoenix from the ashes. This is it. Help has come.
Katy continues to smile and walks over to the cardboard. She flips it horizontally instead of vertically, and then picks the trash cans up and rearranges them. She turns around to Gaga and says, “You’ll be just fine with these new and exciting positions. Now you can lie with the wind instead of a way from it! It’ll probably help your hair!”
Katy flips her luscious brown hair, turns away, and carries on with her night.
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Katy adjusts the implants in her barely-there top and turns the corner toward her new boyfriend Carrot Top's house. And just like Gaga's career, she's gone.
The next morning, Beyonce and Blue are out for a walk in Central Park. Strolling hand in hand. A casual mommy and me day. A picture-perfect postcard. Poor Hallmark. Poor Norman Rockwell. Except this "spontaneous" outing was carefully planned for the past 4 months by her multimillion-dollar PR team. According to their studies, Beyonce's 'good mom' public image is down 12% in 2014, so something must be done if Sierra Mist is to pay the $75m she's demanding. Beyonce smooths down her T-shirt which reads Harriet TuBeyman in pink letters over black. According to her PR team's studies being photographed wearing that T-shirt could result in a 17% positive image increase with older African Americans, and there's a 32% chance it could catch on with young gay whites trying to look cool on college campuses.
As Bey and Blue walk by the lake, Bey's watch beeps. 11:00am. She dramatically turns to Blue with a warm, affectionate smile and clears her throat, giving Blue her "cue." Blue looks at her, confused. Beyonce just stands there, the smile frozen on her face, trying to suppress her anger. She clears her throat louder. Suddenly Blue remembers. When the lady I must call mommy gives me the cue, I smile back. Using Pavlov's electric shock therapy method, Beyonce had spent all morning trying to condition her to smile at the cue. Blue gives Beyonce the sweetest, most adorable smile.
At that precise moment, a photographer emerges from behind a bush and snaps mother and daughter giving each other the world's most loving smile. He photoshops Beyonce's laugh lines out of the picture, widens her thigh gap and emails it to all media outlets. Beyonce gives him a quick satisfied nod and keeps walking. Mission accomplished.
Bey and Blue are heading toward the duck pond when suddenly an abnormally large rodent scurries toward them. It's almost human-sized. Could it be a new breed of giant radioactive NYC rat? People in the park shriek and run away in terror, but Bey and Blue seem unfazed (they wake up to Jay-Z's face every morning). Something about the creature looks...familiar to Beyonce. That looong snout. That droopy eye. Those rabbit teeth.
And then it all comes flooding back. Police tape. Coke cans. A honey bun. Poison. The American flag.
"Lady Gaga!" Beyonce exclaims, feigning delight and hoping she doesn't ask about the Telephone sequel for the 600th time.
The homeless Lady Gaga (who is over) hops closer. "So Beyonce, how about that Telephone sequel," she wheezes through her elongated snout. She wears a trash bag covered in feces (at least some things haven't changed, Beyonce thinks to herself).
"Telephone?" Beyonce asks. "Yes, that's right. My phone. It's ringing." She pulls out her phone and pretends to talk to someone. "Sorry, gotta run!"
Frazzled, for a second Bey forgets that she's in public as she YANKS Blue by the uncombed knots in her hair, running away from the creature in the park.
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Originally posted by Duca
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Member Since: 3/30/2009
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Originally posted by Kworb
Fancy 3/10
West Coast 9/10
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I'm on season 5 episode 3 of The Good Wife and I can't wait for **** to hit the fan omg 
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Has Beyst ever toured Africa? she is kinda white supremcist, isn't she?
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I heard Mariah's Loverboy in a grocery store 
Literally the first time I've heard it outside my PC
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I would read those novels but I'll probably get a smirk out of them, at best.
How is West Coast doing?
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Member Since: 6/29/2002
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Originally posted by Nicole
Katy adjusts the implants in her barely-there top and turns the corner toward her new boyfriend Carrot Top's house. And just like Gaga's career, she's gone.
The next morning, Beyonce and Blue are out for a walk in Central Park. Strolling hand in hand. A casual mommy and me day. A picture-perfect postcard. Poor Hallmark. Poor Norman Rockwell. Except this "spontaneous" outing was carefully planned for the past 4 months by her multimillion-dollar PR team. According to their studies, Beyonce's 'good mom' public image is down 12% in 2014, so something must be done if Sierra Mist is to pay the $75m she's demanding. Beyonce smooths down her T-shirt which reads Harriet ToBeyman in pink letters over black. According to her PR team's studies being photographed wearing that T-shirt could result in a 17% positive image increase with older African Americans, and there's a 32% chance it could catch on with young gay whites trying to look cool on college campuses.
As Bey and Blue walk by the lake, Bey's watch beeps. 11:00am. She dramatically turns to Blue with a warm, affectionate smile and clears her throat, giving Blue her "cue." Blue looks at her, confused. Beyonce just stands there, the smile frozen on her face, trying to suppress her anger. She clears her throat louder. Suddenly Blue remembers. When the lady I must call mommy gives me the cue, I smile back. Using Pavlov's electric shock therapy method, Beyonce had spent all morning trying to condition her to smile at the cue. Blue gives Beyonce the sweetest, most adorable smile.
At that precise moment, a photographer emerges from behind a bush and snaps mother and daughter giving each other the world's most loving smile. He photoshops Beyonce's laugh lines out of the picture, widens her thigh gap and emails it to all media outlets. Beyonce gives him a quick satisfied nod and keeps walking. Mission accomplished.
Bey and Blue are heading toward the duck pond when suddenly an abnormally large rodent scurries toward them. It's almost human-sized. Could it be a new breed of giant radioactive NYC rat? People in the park shriek and run away in terror, but Bey and Blue seem unfazed (they wake up to Jay-Z's face every morning). Something about the creature looks...familiar to Beyonce. That looong snout. That droopy eye. Those rabbit teeth.
And then it all comes flooding back. Police tape. Coke cans. A honey bun. Poison. The American flag.
"Lady Gaga!" Beyonce exclaims, feigning delight and hoping she doesn't ask about the Telephone sequel for the 600th time.
The homeless Lady Gaga (who is over) hops closer. "So Beyonce, how about that Telephone sequel," she wheezes through her elongated snout. She wears a trash bag covered in feces (at least some things haven't changed, Beyonce thinks to herself).
"Telephone?" Beyonce asks. "Yes, that's right. My phone. It's ringing." She pulls out her phone and pretends to talk to someone. "Sorry, gotta run!"
Frazzled, for a second Bey forgets that she's in public as she YANKS Blue by the uncombed knots in her hair, running away from the creature in the park.
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Does 'boyfriend Carrot Top' refer to Bonnie?  
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Originally posted by Kworb
Fancy 3/10
Dreams haven't heard
West Coast 9/10
Boom Clap by who?
Fire Within by who?
Stay High by who?
CHi-Raq 2/10
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Stan for West Coast
i think she means Habits 
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Banned
Member Since: 6/25/2011
Posts: 37,192
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Originally posted by Oshiish
I would read those novels but I'll probably get a smirk out of them, at best.
How is West Coast doing?
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That new mix they've uploaded for no discernible reason is already above G.U.Y. on U.S. iTunes!
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Member Since: 12/14/2011
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Originally posted by MrPeanut
Not Virginia college.
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