Diddy, the master of delusion, has come out from hiding under his bed to discuss his hero and imaginary friend (we kid you not): Frank Sinatra. We'll just let Diddy explain, because there's no way we can describe this without sounding crazy.
There's nights in Vegas when I have my Frankie baby with me. That's right, Frank Sinatra is with me. Call me crazy. I'm not afraid to say I have imaginary friends. And Frank is one of them.
I love showing people a good time, throwing parties and seeing people have fun. That's me. And Frank was the same. He loved entertaining.
Wow, what a coincidence! It's truly a miracle to find two people who both love having a good time. This is wild. And to further explain how he and the classy Sinatra are similar, he described the scene at his latest commercial shoot: "Somebody got naked and got into the pool. Actually two people did. And one of them was me."
Stay classy, Diddy.
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…so, that's where Frank goes when I can't find him.
P. Diddle is such a douche.
He has not had a creative original thought-ever.
And only an imaginary dead man could stand to be around his arrogant ass.
lol whitney!
poor diddy. mo money mo problems mo delusions mo gas shortages mo people chipping in for that jet
I just thought of that old SNL skit where Phil Hartman plays Sinatra and says, "I got chunks of guys like you in my stool!" Prophetic, in regards to Diddy, methinks.
for you em cause its awesome:
http://www.hulu.com/watch/3531.....atra-group
Haha, just popping in before I get redonkulously drunk tonight–thanks Farah!