Do you really need proof that God hates P. Diddy just as much as the rest of the world does? Well, we've got it. The man we like to call Sean (because saying "Diddy" makes us feel like total jags) had to make an emergency landing in Palm Beach on Wednesday when his chartered jet was struck by lightning. The Puffy/God feud is so on!
With The Game and 50 Cent total BFFs and Biggie and Tupac dead, we thought this whole rap-feud thing was so five years ago. But leave it to a supreme being to cling to past-their-prime trends. We totally bet God is wearing a sweet pair of Uggs as we speak. We just hope that this near-death experience will send Mr. Combs into his Howard Hughes phase and his appearances in such atrocities as Diet Pepsi commercials will cease. But personally we wish Puffy a long and prosperous life. After all, his fame was a direct result of Biggie's death. Just think of the "I'm famous because I knew him" talent that would spring up after P. Diddy's untimely demise.
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well hung
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