The Standard Hotel Fired The Employee Who Sold The Basement Baby Beat Down Video To TMZ For $250,000
And that is the look from a camel who is realizing that he just got his trick ass whooped by Basement Baby. Never underestimate a crazy bitch who is always scrapping with rats for the piece of cheese that Beyonce threw down into her basement.
The Standard Hotel issued a statement yesterday saying that they found out which one of their employees leaked footage from an elevator surveillance camera of Basement Baby busting some “eat the cake, Jay-Z” shit on Hova. The employee used their phone to record the footage playing on a CCTV monitor. HuffPo says that The Standard pink-slipped the employee and turned all evidence over to the cops:
The Standard Hotel said the person had been terminated for “breaching the security policies of the hotel and recording the confidential CCTV video.”
The hotel said after the video was first aired that it was “shocked and disappointed” by the security breach. It said Wednesday that it will turn over “all available information to criminal authorities.”
The employee must be crying into the Napa leather seats of the BMW they bought with the $250,000 that TMZ gave them for that video. Page Six says that TMZ bought the Scrappy-Doo vs. Scooby-Doo fight video for a quarter of a million dollars. To put that amount into perspective, $250,000 is half of Harvey Levin’s Spandex muscle t-shirt budget and it’s three times as much as the yearly allowance Basement Baby gets from Beyonce. But really, I hope that employee used that money to get Face/Off surgery and move to an underground barrack, because The Beygency is going to track them down and have them turned into a pair of House of Dereon human skin boots designed by Tina Knowles.
I see Basement Baby throwing some lukewarm shade by posting a picture of Beyonce looking like a child linebacker with Dracula brows.
And celebrities (and Solange) are just like us! They passive-aggressively respond to a fight with their siblings by posting some dumb shit on Instagram. I always know when my cousins are fighting, because they cover their Facebook walls with shit like a shitty picture of a storm with the words, “I’m a good enough person to forgive you, but not stupid enough to trust you again” on it. Then the cousin who that is directed to will answer by posting a shitty picture of a stupid moon with some more ~deep thoughts~ on it and they’ll go back and forth for a while until I know they’ve made up when one of them posts a dumb picture of two dumb kittens hugging each other with the words, “You’ll always be my best friend,” underneath it. And then I go outside, look up into the sky and silently thank the universe for letting me live in a time when people fight and make-up through dumb macros on Facebook.