Wouldn't it be ironic if they delivered the divorce papers?

Big up’s to all the Shirt-peeps (or, Sheeps, to use the nickname-granting formula of the times) out there in Webland!

Today, we gots us a true hip-hop hero, baby-daddy, and soon to be ex-celebrity husband. Probably pretty easy to ‘shout out’ in your head as to who it is, without even scrolling down to see the pic first…which we all know is cheating. And on the street, cheaters end up with ‘caps’ in the bum. I don’t quite know what that means, but the implication is that these ‘caps’ somehow impede normal bodily functions, and that sounds like it could get rather uncomfortable – thus preventing successful ‘chilling.’

‘Back in tha day,’ there was a post on 'the celebrity sidekick,' and as it turns out, spouses of celebrities fall squarely into that category, as long as they fulfil a few key conditions.

1: They had little-to-no chance of attaining their celebrity without said holy covenant (and accompanying holy pre-nup).

2: They insist on forging their own identity in the entertainment world where:

a) they require the spouse for the leverage to do so in the first place
b) are even less talented then their negligibly talented spouse

3: Their relationships are stage-managed by a battalion of publicists, image consultants and various other enablers who inflate a ghastly disproportionate sense of worth of these folks upon consumers of celebrity culture.

So, without further ado, The Daily Shirt presents another in a long, sad, pointless line of soulless creatures for whom the attainment of celebrity and it’s transparently hollowness still retains a strong hold.

Must be the women. And money. And acceptance. As fleeting as that all is…