Floyd Mayweather Jr. and 50 Cent are now officially a couple. As if the ignorant and aurally uncomfortable love fest wasn't already apparent during their countless man love professions on HBO programming, now 50 Cent is accompanying his boyfriend to court appearances. Yeah, cause normal "friends" do this huh? Did Lindsay Lohan's scissor sister Paris Hilton ever stand by her side during any of her 1,034,958 court appearances? I sure doubt it.
Quick recap: Floyd has been in jail, what, like 10 days now? Yet, he's already complained about his health deteriorating, not getting enough time to work out, and being malnutritioned by his "lack" of enough food to cater to his calorie intake. So let me get this straight, you're being treated exactly like millions of other prisoners except you'll actually be able to continue in your profession when you're released? Without having to clear a background check for even the most minimalistic jobs; such as: fry cook at McDonalds, elementary school janitor, night shift at Walmart.
Hey Floyd, go fuck yourself. Oh, and don't worry, boxing is officially dead anyways. You can thank Bob Arum for his "pre-fight rematch clause" between Tim Bradley and Manny. The good news is I'm sure your inaudibly loud mouth uncle probably has a spot for you on his training staff.