Friday Foolery: A WiFi WTF

Lemme tell ya’ll a little secret. Come closer. Riiiiiight there. Ok, stop. This is getting creepy.

Even before starting this Friday Foolery series, I had quite a few ideas on what to feature. Ideas that I STILL haven’t gotten to yet. I figured this series could and would go on and on because foolery is as sure as death and taxes. Foolery material will always be there and more and more will keep coming. I was never worried about that. And as time went on, ya’ll — my lovely Pinchers — would keep tweeting, emailing, sending carrier pigeons of foolery so that I could add my commentary to it. Thanks for that by the way. And thank you for being a friend.

Every now and then, I happen to come across a situation in the middle of the week after I had already decided on that week’s Friday Foolery. And well… it’s SO epically foolish that it totally trumps the one I had in mind.

Pretty sure you get where I’m going at this point. Yup, that particular situation applies here.

I was on Twitter when I saw this, from St. Lunatic (or on Twitter, @280PROOF… at least for NOW. That ninja stay changing his name. Talk about “change we can believe in”… sheesh.):

“Remember the commercial where the guy brought his desktop to the coffee shop? Yea. That’s happening. Right here. Right now.”

Of course that piqued my interest because well, when does that EVER happen in real life? And if it does, why can’t it happen to me! I was jealous! But, the skeptic in me (the one who needs for you to have more people) raised an eyebrow as I read a few more of his tweets:

“I can’t believe this. He’s unwrapping his keyboard now. #niggashit“
“He is gonna be PISSED when he finds out they’re closing in an hour for renovations”
“The worst part? It’s an iMac. Them joints AT LEAST $1500, right?”
“I’m gonna find a way to surreptitiously twitpic.”
“he just asked me how to connect to the internet. On the new-model iMac he just unpacked inside this store. This isn’t happening.”
“St. Louis. St. Louis. Never a shortage of stories.”
“This is a whole nother level of foolishness. @whoisyoungblood cant even top this shit.”
“They shoulda neva gave you ninjas Apple products.”
“I just walked over and showed him how to turn on his wifi. I can’t believe this. This can’t be happening.”
“he and his sister are now watching WSHH videos. I’m in Clayton (rich suburb). I can’t.”
“but we not even remotely in an appropriate location RT @NicknotNikki @me .like he came in Starbucks specifically to floss his hoodrichness..”
“like I would expect this shit at the mall Starbucks. I’m in a small neighborhood Starbucks, in an affluent area. Where they come from???”

And I read the play-by-play with amusement as I eagerly awaited the picture tweet. Then…

“X___X http://t.co/8TZvZUv“

Yeah… this:

 

 – What in the iHell?!
 – Now, come on. Ya’ll. My peoples my peoples. My fellow Appleheads. Steve Jobs (may he rest in peace) did NOT present his cherished treasures to the world wearing his best mockneck and jean set so that ya’ll ninjas could bring an ENTIRE desktop into Starbucks like it’s portable or some ish.

St. Lunatic immediately @’d me on Le Twitter and proclaimed it Friday Foolery. I can’t even be mad, because it’s true. It is Friday Foolery as those who have been reading this post can plainly see. He wrapped it up with this:

“WSHH video paused. . . brows furrowed. . never has sharing an outlet @ starbucks been so risky”

Word. Annnnd that sums it up. This is Cheekola reporting. Have a good evening. Stay classy, San Diego.

Pinchers, what do you make of this hot sizzling mess? Getcho cousins.

Love ya like beans love cornbread,

Cheekie

No Justice, No Peace: A Testimony For Trayvon

This is us.

It started with a Facebook posting. It ended with… well, hopefully justice.

But, we’re not quite there yet. So, let’s go back to the beginning.

This past Friday, I attended the Chicago Million Hoodie March for Trayvon Martin. I was aware of the movement in general and I knew a Chicago-based one wasn’t too far behind. As soon as I saw the Facebook invite, I knew in my heart that I’d be there. In fact, I had prior plans to see “The Hunger Games” (a movie I was super geeked about seeing) that same evening.

But, guess what I had a stronger appetite for?

That morning, I strolled to the plantation in my hoodie, aptly dressed for Casual Friday. I suppose I looked suspicious, even with my babyfaced pinchable self. I had decided on my hoodie with the peace sign, which I figured was mighty poignant, given the situation.

I gotta be honest with ya’ll, Pinchers, it’s pretty difficult for me to summarize the sheer power, energy and emotion we generated with this march/rally (let alone combined with the numerous ones across the country… and possibly, the world!), so I figured I’d just point out the moments that stuck with me.

My Top Five “Million Hoodie March (Chi Edition)” Moments:

1. The Unity. From the moment I stepped up to ABC News Studios I felt that bond. The bond that — despite the fact that we were all from different backgrounds, barely knew each other or unknowingly passed each other on the Chicago sidewalks without so much as a greeting nod — made us one unit. And that unit was a fierce force fighting for justice. Because we all knew, as we glanced at each other in our respective hoodies, that we were Trayvon Martin.

2. The Numbers. I couldn’t tell ya’ll the exact tally of people that showed up, but mannnnnn did we show up DEEP in the Chicago Loop. We basically took over State Street. As many hoodies as there were in front of me, there were thrice as many behind me. We took up an entire block and then some. It truly spoke to the power of “word of mouth.” Never ever underestimate it.

3. The Sound. The Loop was alive with the sound of justice! Chants of “No Justice, no peace!”, “We are Trayvon!”, and “What do we want? (Justice!) When do we want it? (Now!)” reverberated through the streets of Chicago like its very own soundtrack. We were loud as hell. So loud, that when it started to rain and we heard the sounds of thunder, we even seemed to overpower that. It was as if the looming storm only fueled our passion, making it bigger… stronger. The energy we created was like a burst of adrenaline I never quite felt before. I even led a few chants! Once we made it to Millennium Park, we reflected a bit and transitioned to a different type of sound: song. We swayed as we sung emotion-ridden renditions of Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Goin’ On” and Bill Withers’ “Lean On Me.” We may not have been Grammy material in terms of voice (especially after shouting for a while!), but it was probably one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.

4. The Support. The support we felt amongst ourselves was powerful enough, so imagine our elation when we heard cars honking, cheering us along! Traffic isn’t something taken lightly in a big city and boy did we hold it up! So, to hear the supportive honks and people rolling down their windows to cheer/give us thumbs-up signs, and to walk by onlookers as they held up their hands to give us high-fives uplifted our spirits in an unimaginable way. It made me realize that the fight extended beyond the march. It made me realize that the fight was being fought in our hearts… constantly.

5. The Passion. I could feel it everywhere. From the firm gesture of hoodies being thrown over heads (after the “Hoods up!” declaration) to the empowered rise of fists (after the “Fists up!” declaration). From the frustrated cry of a tired black man toward a local news journalist to the wide-eyed curiosity of a little girl in a hoodie. From the choked sob of a mother lamenting the inevitable violence her son will face to the quiet fight of the middle-aged man with civil rights marches of the past giving him a sense of deja-vu. The passion was ever-present in each of those scenarios and many more. I felt each and every one as it were my own. Because the most enlightening (and possibly scary) part of it all is… it was my own. I was them just as much as they were me. Because Trayvon could’ve been me, you… us.

The Million Hoodie March was about Trayvon, the individual, and by extension, it was about what he represented. He became the face of our ongoing fight for justice and peace. He became a movement. And as I looked at all the faces marching and screaming beside me, I knew the thing we all knew: That this is only the beginning. And I’m proud as hell that we decided to turn the first page…

… which, is to be continued.

Pinchers, did you participate in a Million Hoodie March in your area? Did you go to the Chicago one with me? Drop your moments and experiences below. Speak on it!

Love ya like Bill Withers loves a lovely day,

Cheekie

P.S. If you want to check out a few more pics from the march/rally, hit up my Twitpics profile here. Also, a special thanks to Keinika Carlton for taking it upon herself to organize and lead this march/rally. It only takes one to turn into a million. Big ups to her for being that one.

Friday Foolery: Yes Yes Ya’ll And Ya Don’t Stop

“I Used To Love H.E.R.” One of my favorite songs by my boo, Common. It brilliantly illustrates his love of hip-hop by using the metaphor of a dope chick. This song is hip-hop and hip-hop is this song.

So, it comes to absolutely no surprise that this song automatically popped into my head when my lowkey hair crush homie Pincher, fuzzytele* tweeted me the following video, which claims to also be hip-hop:

This Is Live Commentary:

0:04 – LOL, oh lawd…

0:05 – WHAT. ARE. THEY. DOING.

0:07 – Ya’ll see the intensity in Justin Bieber’s auntie eyes, tho???

0:10 – Oh, she got a name. Hey, Deena. Or Dina. Or D33na. Whatever. Can I ask you somethin’? Why you got on a goalie shirt? I half expect a commentator to be like, “GOLLLLLLLLLLL”** later on in the video.

0:12 – Wow, she just gettin’ right to it! Talmbout look at her feet. *looks*

0:18 – Let’s talk about how her accent sounds country and Idaho-ish*** at the same time. But, back to her feet. She over there explaining why you DON’T want your feet straight ahead. She wants you to turn ‘em out like Charlie Brown an’nem.

0:20 – Look at her shoulders go! That’s how you make it look like hip-hop. Wait… that’s how hip-hop LOOKS?! The entire essence of hip-hop?! The very idea of it?! Wow, mystery of the universe… solved.

0:24 – “The thing with hip-hop is that everything’s down low.” Um… pause. She done called out every bit of the hip-hop culture. Dry snitch!!!

0:31 – Why did she randomly appear with that jacket she got from Walgreens, tho?

0:34 – Awww, she tellin’ us her childhood stories so that we can be sympathetic to her. Protagonist swag.

0:37 – She just THREW that jacket to the ground. I have a feeling that is a symbol of rebellion, because well…

0:38 – “… ya know what, I won’t stand up straight.” AWWWWWW snap crackle AND pop! You better ROLL your neck, figuratively, Deena/Dina!

0:44 – I seriously guffawed here. She was like, “Hit. AH. Hit. UH.” I guess that’s her version of the “boom kack.” And those shoulders won’t QUIT!

0:47 – “The more relaxed you are, that’s what makes it hip hop.” Now, I gotta agree with her here. What makes rhythm so fluid is that it’s effortless. But, for some reason, her moves don’t scream “relaxed” to me. Despite her “relaxed” arms, she still look like she tryin too hard. LOL

0:53 – WTF was that?! Ya’ll saw that thrown-in random clip, right? And then she just went back to teaching? Did I imagine this? She was like, “And this the first thing I’m gonna say to ya’ll, if you wanna do hip-hop, you gotta stand like this.” *cheesy urban pose* Oh, aiight…

0:57 – THAT’S the hip-hop head, huh. So, for all ya’ll new new ninjas that say you’re a hip-hop head, you BEST pay homage to Deena/Dina.

0:58 – The hip-hop head going up and down, tho…

1:01 – Awwww snap, she just did the “you got served” hands… WITH the “ahhhhhh” exhalation. STEP. to her.

1:06 – Now leanback. LEANback. LEANback. LEANback.

1:07 – 1:12 – dljfldfjdfidrufweodjmdslfjdlsfjsdofjsdlkfdljlksd

1:18 – Ya’ll got that? Ah. Straight. AH. Straight. No homo.

1:26 – Here we go with another “one time at band camp” story… wayment. OMG, NO BAGGY PANTS AND NO SNEAKERS?! That’s not hip-hop, is it??? Lawd, DeenaDina, PLEASE tell us you told them bout themselves!

1:29 – “…and, and, I just didn’t know what to think about that.” *quick cut back to teaching.* … ( -_-)

1:30 – “I took these from an African piece.” Oh, herewego…

1:36 – Sooooooo lemme get this 180 degrees straight. In Africa, the move is done with closed-fists, but in hip-hop (which is a continent now #also #aswell, I guess…) it’s done with your fingers spread out? Gotcha.

1:37 – Yes, a BIG difference.

1:38 – 1:44 – Hmmm… k.

1:50 – Ok, seriously who edited this?! LMAO But, I love how she had to let ya’ll know that this (this, being hip-hop I’m sure) is her. This who she is. Ain’t no 3 dolla bills here!

1:54 – Did this lady just say she’s into “points” a lot?

1:58 – *points with various pops and locks* THE DEF JAM.

2:08 – Ya’ll she spoke that WORD just now. She said hip-hop is in here (ya’ll heart), so it can NEVER go out. It can never go what? OUT. Shouldaboughtahonda.

2:12 – WOW, oh DeenaDina, Duchess of Rappity Rap****, please teach me that intricate and magical dance step you just did.

2:18: If she interrupt with some “pearl of wisdom” (more like gold-plated chain of ignance) ONE MO’ ‘GAIN…

2:21 – LMAO, how she gon’ say, “I’mma tell ya another thing that makes hip-hop, hip-hop”, then cut to those frantic dancers, the very opposite of what hip-hop will ever be?

2:40 – o_O Yeah, guess who else lookin’ at you like you crazy…

2:43 – OF COURSE she did the B-boy pose! Because that is… um, what’s it called again? I forgot because she didn’t mention it enough in the video.

2:47 – Peace. She out!

No no, ya’ll… PLEASE stop.

Pinchers, what you think of Deena/Dina’s tutorial on all hip-hop airthang? Would you take one of her classes? Because who I’m talmbout ya’ll is hip-hop.

Love ya like President Obama loves sign language,

Cheekie

*And SHE said she got the video from her father. YESSSS! Parents passing down foolery to their children is what our forefathers fought for. Or something. #teamPapafuzzytele
**My favorite part of soccer, aside from actually playing/watching the game.
***Idahoshit.
****Alise’s loving term for “rap.” Stolen. *Jadakiss laugh*

Conquered Curls

Remember my twist-out trials? If, for some reason, you came across two men in black with some sort of forgetting device, then here’s the link to remind you. No, actually, it’s here. <— there.

As the saying goes, “third time’s the charm.” And that couldn’t be more true than with hairdos.

As I told ya’ll in the previous post, I said I’d try out my ol’ reliable twist-out with other products. And tried I did.

What product? Well, I stayed with my dear Shea Moisture brand, but instead of the standard Curl Enhancing Smoothie, I decided to try out the Curling Soufflé. I’ve heard that gel is often used to hold the curl pattern in styles such as braid-outs and twist-outs and when I found this product I felt I encountered a goldmine! It’s not only a gel, but it also has the moisterizing benefits (such as the super moisture-gasm that is Flaxseed oil) that you usually wouldn’t get with a gel. Best of both worlds! No Jay-Z/R. Kelly.

I could tell as I spread the Soufflé over my hair right before twisting it up that there was something special about this product. My twists were shinier than usual. It’s a bit sticky, yes, but that all goes away once I take it down. If I use it generously (which, again, it’s so moisterizing, you don’t have to do that), the slight stickiness will go away by day 2. And it retains the moisture for so long.

After seeing the result and being so geeked about it, I turned to the filter-fest that is Instagram. (My username is “pinchmycheekie”, naturally, just in case you wanna follow!)

Check out my side profile that shows off my curl pattern:

Ya'll see that "tryna be sessy and mysterious" lazy eye I got, tho??? *flips hair*

Yup, I was feelin’ myself that morning! And I was proud that I had decreased my work time, too! When I first tried the “taking my time” twist-out, I took a little over 2 hours to finish. This time, it only took me about an hour and a half. WHILST watching TV in between. I can safely say I’ve mastered it. And now I can’t wait to try out different sub-styles WITH the twist-out. And yes, Pinchers, ya’ll shall be along for the ride then, too! You don’t even have to contribute gas money! USA!

Basically, this how happy I am that my “try, try again” method was deemed successful:

Day 2 of the Twist-Out after applying the dope pineapple method the night before. #bighairdontcare

I’m all “HELL-LOW WERLD DERE’S A SONG DAT WE SINGIN’…. COME ON GET HAP-PEEEEE!” with my squinty eyes in FULL effect. That’s how you know I’m in 100% bliss. Fellas, take note. Rawr.

Pinchers, what ya’ll think of my twist-out mastering? And what should I try next? I’m eyeing the braid-out, actually…. hmmm.

Love ya like The Hunger Games loves to resemble crack in its addictive abilities,

Cheekie

P.S. If you ain’t up on the pineapple method (or if you ARE up on it but never called it that or knew it was called that), I got you some links to check out. For long AND short hair. I did the latter method since I can’t really get a high ponytail yet, but if I snatch it real hard, betcha I can get that tiny welfare pony, tho! And. What.

Friday Foolery: (Two) Colors Of The Wind

So, I got two gifts from Alise and Bee.

… and it’s not even my birfday. No Rihanna. Hi Rihanna.

And due to the ancient mathematical equation, “sharing = caring”, I figured I’d share with ya’ll. And this gift is allegedly a “love song message you can dance to.” EVERYbody loves that!

The gift? Sean Fury. Any and everyone needs him in their lives. You’re welcome and I’m sorry.

Without further ado…

Jungle Feverish Live Commentary:

0:05 – “The Legend of Sean Fury”, doe? Here we go…

0:09 – Fury, you better WEAR your finest maroon linen suit for this performance!

0:11 – O_O Oh, he got right into it, didn’t he??

0:14 – Yo, look at the dudes wearing the orange tees in the back. Especially ol’ boy on the right. You see his neck twerking? Straight pop n’ lockin’ from the neck up. He is feelin’ it!!

0:23 – Oh lawd!!! *tears forming* He is already doing the most and this is just the lead-up…

0:28 – Ya know, out of ALL the first lines of songs I’ve heard, I never would’ve guessed “She’s bi-racial…” to exist as one. I don’t know why, but I wouldn’t.

0:39 – So, Sean Fury kinda looks like Clifton Powell’s and Bruh-Man’s hypothetical love child.

0:44 – He wasn’t kidding when he said you could dance to it. He’s like Chris Brown, actively twerking to a slow song, except, ya know… uncle-age.

1:08 – This dude STRAIGHT up made a “tragic mulatto” song. *falls out* “She has to choose one side.” ?????????? Mariah Carey circa 1990s, are you listening to this mess?!!

1:18 – That high note, doe. And by “high”, I mean that was his state of being when he thought he could hit said note.

1:26 – There are MORE than two people being subjected to this?! Hell, I thought 2 was too much. ZERO is too much. And I’m mad he up in somebody’s non-profit art museum performing this.

1:45 – Hol’ up. Did he say, “She’s not an average girl, she’s like a diamond pearl.” Hmmmm???? Please confirm… actually scratch that, please prove me wrong since I know I sorta have bad ears. PLEASE correct me.

1:48 – He winked. At me. Actually… no, at YOU. *runs away*

1:52 – NOT the “R&B group 180 degree arc finger point!!” A term, of which, I totally made up just now out of pure ignorance of the official term, if there is one.

2:21 – Dude totally drew something in the air just now. Like, he straight up played a quick game of “Pictionary” whilst performing this song.

2:26 – LMFAO!!!!! Did he just go over to that dude (who was neck-jammin’ in his seat earlier) and flirt wif him? And got totally rejected on some, “o_O, why you over here?” ish? Lemme stop being dramatic. He prolly just went over there and said, “Watch this…” leading to…

2:27 – … whateverthehellthatdancebreakwas.

2:45 – Ya’ll saw that chick in the background smiling like, “He talmbout me and my good hurr”, right? Ok.

2:49 – LOL, she straight up gave her girl (next to her) dap because she KNOW he sanging to her.

3:00 – Wayment. These background vocals. I straight up thought it was bad dubbing or something. LOL

***I paused the video JUST to say the lady in black & white (I SEE what she did there with that choice of outfit!! o_O) looks like Liza Minnelli. Ok, resume…***

3:16 – Hol’ up! Ya’ll saw his mouth moving as if he was singing some epic note? I ain’t hear NONE of that. Just this random background track that came in. WHAT is going on? Ya know what… I shoulda asked that question lonnnnnng ago.

3:22 – Dude in the back snappin’ his fangers with his neck rolls now.

3:26 – No, he didn’t BOW like he the Karate Kid or some ish. And dude in the back mimicked him. Ok, I’m calling it. That’s Sean Fury’s protege. He prolly gonna call himself, Shawn Rage.

Lawd.

But, that’s not all! Click here. Watch. Discuss. Once again, you’re welcome and I’m sorry.

Have a great weekend!

Love ya like polar bears love Coca Cola,

Cheekie

Closet Cheeks: The Debut

I’m sorry maaaaaama, I never meant to hurt youuuuuu. I never meant to make you cry but tonight, I’m cleanin’ out my closet!

*slowly turns around to see ya’ll*

… Oh, hey!

No worries, I’ont got any animosity to let out regarding Mama Cheeks, I just immediately thought of that song when I heard the word, “closet.” What, you thought I’d sing something else? -_-

You know one of those days where you feel like you look SO cute or SO fly, you feel the need to share it with hundreds of (basically) strangers? Funny enough, now that it’s 2012, dayum near airbody knows this feeling. I can’t even lie. I shole do. I’m so vain, I prolly think this post is about me.

Wait, what?

Anyway, one particular day I decided to show off this bright arse bag I got from Target on Twitter, and Peebz told me she liked my style. She then asked if I’ve ever considered doing “Outfit of the Day” type posts.

After beaming and blushing, I kinda side-eyed myself all, “I’m no fashion expert!” I told her such and she hit me with this gem, “Fashion/style isn’t us. We are our fashion/style.”

*holy ghost stomp* Well, SHUT the revolving door! If that ain’t some truth, I don’t know what is. Props to Peebz for inspiring this… and me.

So, Pinchers, I’ll definitely do this every once and a while as a series. Whenever I throw something together that is particularly dope to me, I’ll share it with ya’ll. And say a little something about what inspired the outfit and whatnot, too! So, let’s get to it!

Winter is winding down to a close this year and though we actually haven’t had too terrible of a winter here in the Chi, there is always something about me that longs for the warm days and sunshine. Blame it on being a summer baby. Rawr.

So, even in the winter, I try to incorporate plentiful sunshine in some way. Bright colors is where it’s at. I always admired the contrast between a dull, cloudy day and a super bright outfit or an illuminating accent piece that stands out and makes me smile. Today’s outfit did just that…

Dress: Old Navy

Knee-High Boots: Delias

Necklace: Charlotte Russe

Nails: Sally Hansen's "Snappy Sorbet"

Oh, and the camera. About that… LOL. Just my iPhone in front of a floor-length mirror. Told ya I wasn’t an expert!

Love ya like milk loves Oreos,

Cheekie

 

P.S. Edited to add a close-up of the boots!

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Friday Foolery: Showin’ Up And Showin’ Out

Oh look, it’s Friday.

Before we get started here, allow me to re-introduce myself throw out a lil’ disclaimer.

*Pinched Disclaimer* —> I know the following content has been discussed ad nauseam, so just get out your barf bags now. I may be late for the party, but… so what? We like to party! I may be young, but I’m ready! Besides, I HAD to speak my piece on this.

Are you ready, though? Ready or not, here I come. You can’t hide. Leggo!

If you have been to any type of function, you know that person. Who is that person? I just said you know ‘em. But, I’ll tell you anyway. That person is always the one who shows up and does, wears, says, or looks like something that steals the entire show.

There have been two examples of this occurrence that I couldn’t just let slide like an electric line dance.

The first…

– As soon as I saw this pic on my Twitter timeline, I chastised my followers, non-followers, AND spambots. I said somethin’ like, “So ya’ll just gon’ let Charlie Wilson come on this Grammys red carpet with a wig made of gathered bathtub hair?!” It needed to be said. Because ya’ll wrong for that.

– You KNOW he done effed up when he has me longing for the days of his cornrows. And I straight up LOATHED his cornrows. You know how someone is too grown to wear cornrows? Well, Charlie is REAL grown and he still decided it was a good idea to step back into the music industry with baby braids.

– This picture only reminded me how much I hated that stoopid (yup, spelt like that. yup… spelt.) “First Name Charlie, Last Name Wilson” song. Like… ninja, this ain’t a Scantron. Plus, he look like that creepy uncle at the reunion talmbout how thick you got since he last seent you (which, was prolly when you were NINE years old or somethin’).

Moving on. The second…

– … yeah.

– So, ya’ll prolly heard the story by now. Jaheim showed up to Whitney’s funeral in this zoot suit. And the entire nation expected him to stroll down the sidewalk like Denzel and Spike did in the film, “Malcolm X.”

– Ya know, this suit brings up a frustration I can’t quite kick. I’m sorta color-blind when it comes to non-obvious purples and blues. I call purple, “blue” and blue, “purple.” So, while I thought it was purple, other folks said it was blue and everybody I was confuddled. And it DID look purple in some pictures and blue in others. Which… even more confuddling. Then again, I did read some report that he said wore purple which is what Whitney wore (and her fave color). Which, is cute. There are approx. 38,574,935 other ways to wear purple, though, so there’s that.

– Aside from the fact that he showed up to a funeral looking like “if a California Raisin and Steve Harvey mated” was hilarious in and of itself, there were the hilarious spoofs of his suit. If you missed any of the parodies, check this out. And yes, DUH, the Simba spoof is my favorite.

Pinchers, do you totally love the looks displayed above? And what are other ways famous folks have showed up and showed out, recently? Let’s get foolish up in here.

Have a fabulous weekend!

Love ya like Obama loves Omar,

Cheekie