Hairpiece Theatre: Kenya vs. Porsha

It Only Happens Here.

“The Real Housewives of Atlanta” newcomers, Kenya and Porsha, are heating things up in the ATL.

Things got heated recently when Porsha and Kenya started fighting outside of a charity event.

Watch Wendy and SNL’s Cheri Oteri act out Porsha and Kenya’s war of words!

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  1. jacmarhenlaw says:

    Most of my life I worked like a
    slave to help others and at the expense of my future. Mean while they lied and
    took credit for everything I did while making sure I fail at everything I do by
    constantly giving me their chores to do, lying on me telling people I am lazy
    while working me to death and as I said before taking credit for everything I
    did. They got rid of any evidence showing me as a helper and invented evidence
    to make themselves look good. I finally
    got away from them but then things got worst for me. They continued to make up
    fake pasts and continued my destruction. In the end I was a complete joke. My reputation
    was that of a retarded whore. But then God rewarded me for my good deeds.
    However when I refused to kiss the devil for this reward, the devil used lies
    and begged friends to join in to ruin me again . They put together so many lies
    that even the rich and famous joined in and sent people to investigate. These
    people were told so much lies that they had to back up the lies with more lies.
    It was maybe partially my fault because I begged these rich and important
    people to listen to my side of the story too and hoped that they would see that
    I was innocent and that the evil the devils were accusing me of doing was to
    hide what they had done to me. More than that I was making random phone calls
    to strangers telling them about what was going on because I had no friends and
    I was also job hunting.

    Then when the important people were
    told all the lies about me they sent someone knocking at my door but these
    people were assuming I was crazy I guess from what they were told. You see once
    someone had abused me and I was too afraid this same thing would happen to me
    then because the person was important too and told me that no one would believe
    my story and he would lie I kept my mouth shut until the evidence disappeared.
    Then when stupid me decided to tell others because I was still dealing with
    this mean person and things were really awful, there was no evidence just my
    story against the important reputable devil. I guess this was his plan. It made
    his story believable and made me look like a crazy liar. This only added to my
    horribly falsely made up nasty crazy lazy and stupid reputation. I was indeed
    stupid now because I had indeed failed in life as everyone was leading me to
    do.

    Anyway like I said they sent some
    social worker to my door and I thought I had the right not to open. At first I
    think I was naked too. This woman then had the police brake down my door and
    hall me off to the hospital and they had to add lies to make their reason for
    doing this so they said that I was in my apartment going crazy ’cause the truth
    is no one can prove crazy and I lost everything. I had nothing so I was just
    given more evidence proving I was a crazy retarded misfit who the world was
    saving from my destructive now also added, wicked self.

    It’s happening again. For years
    after that I was tortured with itching powder now those who use it on me are
    calling me evil and saying that (and this is because I try not to talk to them
    because all they do is throw itching powder on me every second of every day and
    since this also happens everywhere I go I am practically living in hell because
    u- like them I do not know what is going on.) So as I said before, I keep away
    from them because I realize that they do not like me and abuse me with the
    stuff. Anyway let me start over one day when I was on the bus one of them and
    now I think back she was just now starting to be an occasional visitor in
    church and was claiming that she goes there now every week and has been for a1
    year no. Which is a lie she just started coming last year and I being there
    every week then had only seen her occasionally 4 times.

    To continue, she saw me on the bus
    and yelled out that everyone thinks I am mean cause I do not talk to them. I
    told her in short I am shy. She went on and on about how , well what can she
    lie about now, what did I ever do to anyone but pray that they stop torture me
    and leave me alone? I give my insightful answers about God when asked questions
    during the lesson. I have been a Christian all my life and I am not busy hurting
    other people and stepping on others to move ahead. So I understand God. Plus I
    am one of the few people who do believe in God. When I am not doing that I am
    telling them information about places and offers outside that help people in
    needy situations. Again because I am out there looking for material. Anyway she
    made it seem to the people on the bus that I was the Anti Christ. Oh God not
    again. Anyway, The church and all the places I go to throw itching powder on me
    even strangers cause I do not know what is going on just like I had no idea you
    need a pension in life until I was 35 or older.

    Church is really horrible and if I
    was crazy I could not have survived or maybe crazy people cannot understand
    when itching powder is being thrown on them and maybe do not care. I do not
    know the truth about itching powder I can only assume but all I can say is that
    they torture me with it in church I guess I get really tortured because they
    know that I do not have it and am irritated by it and they know that if they
    keep torturing me with it they can get me to do something that will make them
    look like heroes and victims and me like a crazy criminal. I have done so much
    good and no bad and not one person will help me or not torture me. I guess
    since I was a genius before I so called went crazy when I was 16 everyone is
    doing all of this to make sure I look like a fool because they were jealous of
    me and are afraid if I was not treated so horribly I would become a genius
    again. But are they as smart as they think they are or did the dumb the world
    down. I am only trying to reason why a wicked person would be so mean to me
    even though I would never do anything like this to anyone. I do into have this
    evil in me and I guess this is y downfall.

    The real problem is that or the fact
    that I once tried to commit suicide gave the evidence that others needed to ruin
    me. Trying to commit suicide signed me
    off as crazy for life.

    Now everyone’s means of ruin me is to torture me with itching powder and
    when I ever say it out loud, they say that itching powder does not exist and I
    am crazy and all the lies that people have said about me is true.

    Every wicked person I know is
    flourishing. Why do they still need to make me look like I am crazy? I have
    nothing. I do not want to kill myself again. I know now that God does not like
    that and I have lived my life pleasing God. Do I have to act crazy and take
    medicine for people to like me? Everyone has flourished against me in some way
    by ending the story with she thinks that everyone is lying about her cause she
    is paranoid and other crazy symptoms. They have all lied on me and those who
    have to treat this lie on top of that to validate adding more serious diagnoses
    every time.

    My properties are constantly stained
    up scratched up and destroyed. I am a neat person so the best thing to
    aggravate me is to do these things. Society would say though that you know what
    these things happen in life all the time. Things that are new get old and old
    things get older and everybody gets stains. I probably think I get rid of the
    stain but I do not. I have paranoia and disillusion of grandeur. I think that I
    am being tortured with itching powder 24 hrs/day by everyone. I am on my way to
    do something violent against someone and I will be locked up. Everyone is
    afraid that all this imaginative persecution will make me strike out and hurt
    people. I probably need a jail record now added to my insanity any way so
    society will keep this up a little longer. After all I look like I will crack
    any minute now. Lets all laugh at her every now and then.

    The fact remains that society
    believes that I am criminally insane and need to be taken to the hospital.
    Everyone needs to come together and get me locked up cause I cannot take care
    of myself and I am imagining that people are destroying the things I own and
    that they following me around, putting itching powder on me every second of
    every minute. Even my neighbors, bless their heart are being accused of hurting
    me. I have been accusing them for years of taking turns banging on the walls
    several times each night making sure I don’t sleep. The truth is I have
    insomnia and I am really, really crazy. I need someone to take me to get
    medicine because I am incapable of helping myself.

    Since this is taking so long I am
    guessing that something new has to be done to hurt me and make me irritated, go
    insane and do something horrible and permanently damaging to myself.

    Society deems me as crazy and I have
    to get medicine that they give to the mentally ill for some of this to stop.
    How dare I not take medicine. The world is in charge of making me into a slave
    and treating me less than feces. This is oked by those society because all they
    have to do is say that none of this is real and that they are getting me the
    help that I need. Everyone loves each other on Earth. Why would they do bad
    things to me and the itching powder story I came up with is my delusion,
    paranoia, hallucination and the all other 5 symptoms that they can add to it
    because I have no right to object. I am so sick that I do not even know that I
    am. Society will have to now discretely increase the torture 100 times, add
    more fake proofs or make me so devastated that I act stupid and cannot function
    or until my life becomes so unbearable that I walk into the hospital and agree
    to be put in a mental institution and medicated for life again.

    One time I did that thinking I would get sleep. No more banging neighbors and
    people will talk to me. Never happened. I only got a worst than ever evaluation
    and painful and embarrassing medicine.

    Life is going to be worst for me now
    because I told this story on the internet and all the powerful people who have
    ruined me will have to destroy me in a more brutal way with worst lies. God
    please help me not to be or do what they want. You are my only friend and the
    only one I can talk to.

    Remember the old saying when you
    least expect it girl expect it. That is my future. I am just doomed. I have no
    way to help myself now. They tell me that even God does not like me and that he
    cannot help me. I have to remember who said what and who did what and when in
    psychology if I do not then It is proof that I have dreamt it up. Anyway With
    all this confusion in my life, I don’t even remember who said it. It happened
    so long ago and I do not get sleep because of my neighbors waking me up at
    night with noise for years. And why not. I have no friends or anyone who cares
    about me. I guess I have to go to the hospital and let them tell me that all
    this is a hallucination and that I need the good medicine to relax my mind and
    agree that I cannot function in life without it. Then suffer with the side
    effects of diarrhea, uncontrollable muscle movements, sleepiness and all the
    other side effects that are really embarrassing and painful.

    They are going to fix me good now.
    God help me please.

    Why is society allowed to mistreat
    people who society do not like. You see they give you a title saying that you
    are crazy and fake every piece of evidence and abuse you and it is all ok
    because society says you are crazy and must be on medicine for the rest of your
    life while they abuse you, mistreat you, use you in every inhumane way that they
    can. Oh well unfortunately they have no provision for an ugly person who once
    tried to commit suicide in the way that I did to have ever recovered. I am not
    supposed to have recovered. I am not rich, liked, or white and I have no
    support behind me.

    I have no idea how or what kind of
    crazy I was before I tried to assume suicide because I have no memory of that.
    I assume I must have been gone ’cause what I did, no person in their right mind
    would try to kill themselves in that way. If I had only held on I would have
    seen that I would come out of that slump. But no, I had to try to commit
    suicide. Now I am doomed for life.

    Oh well, When things change for me
    it means that I went to the hospital and is performing to be sick like half of
    the people called crazy. We have to do what society says or we live without a
    home and without an income.

    This is my new novel. I have to edit
    it and maybe I won’t even send it in. I already put it on the internet. So
    maybe I will just give up on this .

  2. Lovette says:

    Funny As Hell..I Love Great Comedy.

  3. That was very funny. You should do wig reality show theater at least once a week.

  4. Jay Styles says:

    I absolutely looove hairpiece theatre! lol

  5. Mike Savage says:

    i think kenya moore is better then all of them the house wives