Scheana Shay’s Hooker Book

Someone needs to bring this delusional bitch down to size, I volunteer as tribute. Ahem. Scheana Shay and her weird ass chin, the only reason she made it on The New York Times bestseller list is due to the celebrities she’s fucked. She’s a pass around. A Hollywood hooker. An easy lay. A pick me. No one cares about her, it’s about what the famous men were like in bed. She isn’t interesting and has zero standards. She’ll do anybody, women, men, married, threesomes, fivesomes, girl get a clue. Only she could be a non playing character in her own story.

Stassi Schroeder doesn’t have to lay on her back, get on her knees, and blab her fucking mouth to sell books. Scheana’s so unlikable she pushed her ex-husband into drug addiction and the other into an affair. Trust if it weren’t for Summer Moon, Brock would be gone with the wind sweetie. She’s the epitome of tedium. Topping it off she’s racists af. So happy she’s hell bound. Lisa Vanderpump doesn’t need her. She never has been, and never will be That girl. Where’s the lie? None were told. Via: ByeWigHelloDrama

The Valley: Lally Versus Lally

I was unable to decide between contentious divorcees Michelle and Jesse Lally, both sides have done their fair share of villainous sh*t slinging, making it difficult to choose. Until Michelle forced viewers into watching scenes featuring Lala Kent & Scheana Shay. That being said, I’m officially team Jesse. Lala and Scheana are annoying clout chasers. I got The Valley on television by proving Faith Stowers is an Uncle Tom, participating in a hate crime against me (upcoming article). Clearing the names of Kristen Doute, Jax Taylor, Stassi Schroeder and Brittany Cartwright.

Lala Kent and Scheana Shay not only aided in bullying me based on my gender and race, they thought themselves above the booted stars, now you’re trying to join them? The cast is perfect as is, all they’ll do is ruin it. No thanks. We don’t want you. Karma. Via: CiciLovesYou, BravooOmg, Blocked_By_Jax, BravoAndBotox & EverythingHWives

Revelation 5: Definition Of Mick Jagger’s Name

Let’s start by breaking down the rockstars full name- Michael Philip Jagger. As I refer to him in our text messages. A lot of y’all had so much to say and don’t even know his real fucking name, like clout chasers Cynthia Bailey, Sutton Stracke, Crystal Minkoff, Scheana Shay, Porsha Williams and a lot of Bravo nobodies. You forgot your fucking place, so Athena is going to put you there eternally, kids and spouses included unless I say otherwise. I experienced a fraction of your fates and almost committed suicide to stop the soul burn. A fraction.
I digress.

Micheal: Who is like God? Who resembles God? A rhetorical question, as no one is.
Philip: Horse lover or fond of horses- REMEMBER THIS for an upcoming revelation! It will make sense when I reveal how many incarnations Tali Farhadian Weinstein and I have taken on (read Revelation 4: Tali Is Nike Incarnate). Specifically Queen Calafia.
Jagger: “A cornish form of James or Jacob, either from the Hebrew aquv, meaning ‘heel’ or aqab meaning ‘supplanter (to take the place of someone or something often by force, scheming, or strategy).” Which is exactly what Satan tried to do, leading a rebellion against the Almighty God.

Mick Jagger literally tells and shows us he’s Satan. Enchanting us with Sympathy For The Devil (read The Art Of Fascination), a song he was going to call “The Devil Is My Name”. Scrawling his own scowling face on his bare chest for The Rolling Stones Rock N’Roll Circus.

Let’s not forget his hypnotic eyes in Little Red Rooster, sending female viewers into a frenzy. It’s one of his powers (read Revelation 1: Mick Jagger Is Satan).

All those aligned can cry me a river and drown in it. You had ample time to read my pieces, which were used legally to prove everything, dismissing my case. You chose instead to invalidate a black woman, because you think we’re beneath you. That’s why I’m your fucking karma. Being nice is over. You will always reap what you sow multiplied. Enjoy your time, you will suffer in the belly of the beast forever as you’ve earned. He won’t give back a single soul, unlike you idiots, he knows it’s invaluable. Yet you give it so freely for this ephemeral life. How’s that working out for you? When black women speak, listen. Looks like you better get those deals in. Xoxo Athena. Via: Pinterest & Wikipedia