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Earlier this week some hostess at GoldBar in New York had the nerve to ask rap mogul Sean Combs (aka Diddy aka the guy that claims to have had sex for 30 straight hours) how many people were in his party. I know, I know, the nerve of that bitch. Don't worry, ho got what was coming to her. From the New York Post:
A witness outside downtown hot spot GoldBar the other night said, "He walked right up to the door girl with four other people in his crew. When she asked him how many people he was with, Diddy just called her a 'Fucking bitch' and opened the velvet rope and let himself through." Reps for GoldBar and Combs declined to comment. (Source)
I'm actually glad this happened. For the past decade I haven't known what to call this guy. Puff Daddy? P Diddy? Diddy? I've pretty much stopped talking about him altogether because I don't want to seem too white and call him the wrong name. But now I can just call him Asshole. Or is it A Hole? Or maybe just Hole. Dammit! First math and now this, why does life have to be so damn tough!
