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I love when a headline works in my favor! SaMAN Ronson’s Dj-bro ho, Mark Ronson, recently worked one of 23423423 Diddy’s parties he throws hourly and started to feel those hunger paaaaaingggs.  You see a bowl of brownies being passed around, hell, I’d fucking grab that chocolate, too.  Unfortunately, when you find brownies at Diddy’s party or any music ho’s, obviously rule of thumb: if you don’t want to get high, stay far away from the enhanced brownies, which I like to call SPACE CAKE (by the way, I had some space cake in Amsterdam it was delicious.  Delicious so much that it made my face numb and I dry heaved when I saw a woman pull out anal beads during a sex show and became paranoid that the Europeans behind me who were stalking us were about to jizz in my hair—but that’s another story.)

Mark claims he didn’t know the brownies were filled with the delectable ingredient.  Mark tells Page Six, “I hadn’t eaten all day, and I was starving. They were coming around with this bowl of brownies, and I grabbed three of them and just started scarfing them down. After that, every lyric sounded like it was the Cookie Monster yelling in my ear, and I started feeling really shitty, but I had to play through the set. I couldn’t just go up to Puffy and say, ‘Sorry, I ate a shit-load of hash brownies, I can’t do your White Party.’ “

You think by now being in the music business for this long and having to hear his sister’s sexual romps with Lindsay Lohan, the guy would know a thing or two.  I’m sure as soon as Lindsay heard this story she refused to nightly scissor twist with SaMAN for not telling where the drugs were at.  As for Mark, I’d watch out for Diddy.  Releasing this sort of information….well, the self-dubbed KING OF NEW YORK might just ship your ass back to LOnDoN!

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