If You Ever Find Yourself At One Of Diddy’s Parties, Eat The Brownies

Douche-faced Mark Ronson (yes, I’ve fallen out of love) worked one of Diddy’s Jizz Parties in the Hamptons recently and he took advantage of the bowl of delicious brownies that was being passed around. Mark claims he didn’t know the brownies were filled with scrumptious chronic.

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.‘ ”

What does he expect? Everything at one of Doody’s parties is probably laced with something. In addition to the pot brownies, he has meth pigs in a blanket, coke and cheese tarts and MDMA turkish cigars. That’s the only way you can deal with Diddy’s circle jerk of a soiree.

I probably would have taken a dozen brownies from the bowl, walked across the street, called in an “anonymous” drug tip and then enjoyed my delicious chocolate leaf goodies while watching the po-po take Doody away in cuffs.