He was born Sean Combs. Or at least I think he was. But that was just too blah I guess. So he changed it to Puffy or Sean “Puffy” Combs. Turns out, that wasn’t the best name ever either. So sometime later, he decided it was time to become Puff Daddy. Hmmm� Then we was like, what was I thinking. So he was rolling around in bed one day and realized, hey I could be P. Diddy. So the next day he was. So then apparently, in his concerts, the crowd had a tough time calling out to him. P. Diddy I love you. P. Diddy will you marry me. Something wasn’t right. He knew immediately. It was the P. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Diddy. Argh, I don’t like the sound of that. I’m sure that ain’t staying for too long.
And people ask me where I find time to blog.
#1 by yo momma on August 17, 2005 - 10:42 am
(fail) < — Trillian/Gaim emoticon
#2 by nj on August 17, 2005 - 2:15 pm
I think ‘Didi’ would go better with the wannabe ghetto desi masses!