| Introducing "Puff"
In an attempt at what I'm guessing is keeping himself current, Sean Combs has once again changed his every-evolving moniker.
According to Page Six:
"While Puffy and his posse waited for the light to cross, maybe over to Trump International or Time Warner Center, a pedicab driver wearing a yellow SpongeBob T-shirt, a red and white Santa hat and black bike tights, yelled out, 'Hey, P. Diddy, how about ride, help the working man out?,' " our spy reports. "Puffy replied, 'I always help the working man out. And it's Puff, brother!' " After Combs started crossing the street, the driver yelled, "Yeah, Diddy, how cool is a guy that changes his nickname more than a baby changes diapers?" Our witness reports: "A crowd was laughing at the driver's crack, and some other pedicab drivers started ringing the bells on their bike. I don't know if it was to show solidarity with the driver or what, but it was surreal."
How much do you love that pedicab driver? Now, I want to write a screenplay based on his diss of Puff Daddy, and his gang of bell-ringing compatriots.
And this just brings me back to a point I've been making for years, which is that certain people simply shouldn't be allowed to give themselves nicknames. They abuse the privilege and go overboard. From now on, Mr. Puff (or whatever), let everyone else decide what's distinct about you. For me, it's the image of Puff Daddy hawking Proactive Solution, emphatically declaring, "I ain't want no bumpy skin!"
Now, go figure out a way to make that work. |