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.