If you watched last week’s episode of The Real Housewives of Atlanta, then you were probably as tickled as I was when Kandi walked into her old home to discover that the Taliban had been practicing there. Kandi originally gifted the home to Mama Joyce. In an effort to make it her own, Mama Joyce enlisted the help of her boyfriend Benny to make some home improvements. Chile, the people say Benny had done pulled up all of Kandi’s tubs, sinks, and toilets, and that some man that favored Jimmy “JJ” Walker was seen selling sinks on the side of Langford Pkwy.
Y’all know I’m nosey as hell. I ran into Kandi last night, and I was all up in her business about these house renovations. I told her the people want to know can they use the bathroom at her old house or nah? To my surprised, Kandi informed me that all the king’s horsemen and all the king’s men were able to put her house back together again.
Check out the pics of Kandi’s old house after FEMA came through and rescued that b!tch Continue reading →
You know, Mama Joyce, “you ain’t as saved as you say you is!!!” Nessa Girl, I’ve been trying my hardest not to go in and let have on Mama Joyce. I will be the first person to say I have turned all kinds of blind eyes to Mama Joyce and her shenanigans. For obvious reasons, I will never let Mama Joyce have it too bad, not to mention, she really is a very sweet lady. I have been in the company of Mama Joyce plenty of times, and she is just a pleasant to be around as she wants to be. However, pleasant and sweet would have gone completely out the window when I pulled up to my house and couldn’t use the damn bathroom.
Last night I was watching the Real Housewives of Atlanta thinking to myself, “Mama Joyce done tore up Kandi’s marriage, now she done tore up Kandi’s house.” What in the hell kind of renovations was Benny round there doing? No tea no shade, don’t nothing about Benny’s ass say “Mr. Fix it.” Benny looks like all types of old, educated, corporate tease. We all know Mama Joyce has a sh!t load of money sitting in an account somewhere. What she should have done from the start was hire a contractor to handle the renovations. She damn sure should have hired a contractor to put Kandi’s house back together before she moved into the new one. Old Mother Hubbard left Kandi’s house looking like Humpty Dumpty, BROKEN. Continue reading →
Last night’s episode of The Real Housewives of Atlanta was very revealing. We witnessed the two leading me in Kandi’s life go head to head over whether or not the work to take Kandi’s brand to the next level is being done efficiently. Todd is of the opinion that the team is not working to their maximum output capacity. Don Juan’s position is that he goes above and beyond and is doing the best he can. From the outside looking in, I think the main issue is that the lines between Kandi’s friendship with these people and her being their boss are blurred. The same holds true for Todd’s involvement with the team and being Kandi’s husband. The team seems to be confused as to why Todd is in meetings or even able to voice and opinion about the running of Kandi Koated Entertainment when they don’t work for him. I think the solution to this issue is super simple. One, Todd needs to be reintroduced to the team in an official Kandi Koated Entertainment role (i.e. Vice President). This will mitigate all confusion that arises as a result of Todd’s input. Secondly, Kandi needs to be more boss like and less friend like when it comes to the daily operations of her business. Implement these two things, and the problem is solved.
We’ll see what happens. So who’s team are you on? Team Todd or Team Don Juan?
Nessa Girl, I’m about as freaky as they come, but I can’t promise you that I would be down to have a 3-some if I was married. I’m not going to say I never will, because you never really know what you will do until put into a situation. However, I’d like to think that a 3-some while married is not something that I am interested in. Now we all know that Kandi is not new to the freaky deaky. Musical dicks, lipsticks for the clit, and vaginal balls are all Kandi’s forte. Who would have thought the the 3-some might be too?
Recently Kandi in conjunction with Todd has relaunched her nighttime adult talk show Kandi Koated Nights. On this particular episode, guest hosts Dr. Rachael from The Doctors asked Kandi & Todd about their willingness to participate in a 3-some. Their response just might shock you. Catch this:
Chile… All I’m going to say to Kandi is “go consult ya girl Tiny before you travel down this road…”
Nessa girl, it saddens me to have to even tell you the bullsh!t I’m about to tell you. After all the ranting and the raving, A Mother’s Love WILL NOT be coming to a city nearest you after all. Simply put, it appears that the promoter who the play was licensed to may have bitten off a little more than they could chew. Quiet as its kept, I knew something in the milk wasn’t clean when the check I was written for my first week’s salary bounced. Writing this post is a little weird for me, because I am so use to telling other people’s tea, and not my own. However, here we go…
For those of you wondering “how is it that the play stop moving due to lack of resources, and Kandi is rich”, here’s how. Kandi & Todd created and produced the original play. After the play’s initial run in Atlanta, Kandi & Todd were apprehensive about travelling the play around the US on their dime, because these were unchartered territories for them. One magical day, A promoter approached Kandi & Todd about wanting to invest in and promote the play on a 30 city tour. The reasonable assumption to any rational adult is that if someone approaches you about putting a 30 city tour together, that they have the resources and the skill set to do so. Well we all know what they say about assumptions…
Fast forwarding to casting. The cast was eventually given phone calls, a few cast changes were made, salaries were negotiated, and we were on our way to travelling across the US spreading the joys of A Mother’s Love. Mama I’m going to be a big star!! NOT! Here is where things get a little murky. A gamble was made by a promoter who used people’s lives as chips. Being given a contract that pretty much says you will be on the road from September – December and paid XYZ salary weekly was all the go ahead people needed to quit their day jobs, reject other offers, and basically rearrange their lives. Last night, when news broke that the tour was cancelled, there were many tears shed. People’s lives changed in a matter of seconds. Expecting to be paid this Monday, and in exchange being told that the tour is no more, coupled with the fact that you quit your job (your only source of income), emotions were running high. There were some people in the room who honestly had no other money than what was in their pocket, and was really depending on this Monday payout. Continue reading →
Now chile, after Kandi done wore pigeon feathers down the aisle, she’s got the nerve to be acting all grand. I know I probably shouldn’t be running my mouth too much because I am a part of the production, but I have got to take a small moment to poke fun at this foolishness. In the words of Nene Leakes “everybody knows Kandi loves to eat.” What they might not of known is that mama doesn’t want mutant chicken from churches or no soggy chicken from KFC. Kandi is specifically requesting Popeyes chicken.
According to her rider:
“Please do not substitute for KFC or Churches, we know the difference.”
With all that wagon she is draggin’, Kandi insists that she only sit on a new toilet seat and wipe her funk box with Cottonelle toilet paper. The real gag is, Kandi is trying to pull it. I done been round ha house, and in that guest bathroom, Mama had that blue 1-ply tissue that your country grandma gets from Family Dollar. Hoes kill me. You don’t wipe your ass with Cottonelle on your own dime, but you want somebody else to finance your boongee’s romance with Cottonelle. Girl Bye!
Kandi’s rider stipulates that a brand new toilet seat must be installed under the supervision of her road manager or assistant, and the bathroom must be fully stocked with Cottonelle and Dove soap. Mind you the rest of us on the tour are probably going to have to wipe our ass with those elementary school paper towels and wash our hands with liquid soap that comes in a gallon container. Jesus hurry up and get me off the F-List. My coochie is just as precious as Kandi’s. At least my neighbor’s husband thinks so.
Oh well, I can tell y’all THIS. My ass will not be eating granola bars and and chips from craft services. Nope! My ass is gone be down to Kandi dressing room stealing chicken wangs. Tryna do me! I don’t think so!!