50 cent come home, can you read me!

Well, there I was, sitting at home with my dictophone in my hand waiting for the car to take me to the press junket where I am to interview 50cent for More magazine and I get told that he has had a queeny strop and walked out the junket refusing to talk to anymore journalists because he was asked a question he didn’t like. Oh dear! For someone who constantly talks about living in the ghetto, bitches and hos glorifying gun crime and dissing cock sucking faggots, he seems to be a very sensitive soul. Maybe he should lie down in a darkened room, poor thing. Interviewing Sugababes tomorrow, i’ve met them before and they are lovely. At least i wont get a cap in my ass.