we should have known better than to think that the cultural phenomenon known as Kat Stacks had just faded away into the ether. Until there is an antidote, we must keep vigilant. And sadly, Soulja Boy Tell Em was so busy trying out new dances and searching for space to tattoo…he let his guard down. And Kat invaded his temple.

Too bad it looks like SB’s Temple is already occupied by that Florida snowflake, that Aunt Nora, that Bolivian marching powder, that Happy Trails, that Rae Dong Chong, that Perico, that HollywoodHideout, that sugar, that schmeck, that high snowbiety…..you get the idea.

So in this unbelievably display of espionage and video-journalism, Kat uses her feminine wiles to seduce Soulja Boy, then videotapes his scalp, and what looks to be cocaine lines on a dining room sideboard table.
*Gasp!*
Not the delightful youngster with the “superman” dance and the yums sneakers!

yes. him.

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but on a serious note….someone needs to intervene on SB’s behalf asap. Not only is he far too young to be messing around with coke, but the fact that he let someone like Kat Stacks come to his house and Amy-Winehouse him like that is dangerous as well.

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UPDATE:
Soulja Boy sent out this tweet at around 10pm on Tuesday night…seems to be his response to the Kat Stacks hysteria
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Previously:
iQuit: an extremely intoxicated Kat Stacks gets trapped…on tape (Updated)
I Quit: Kat Stacks assures world, she is rubber and you’re glue.
I Quit, Part 3: Kat Stacks’ delivers her daily mathematics (i.e. Gudda Gudda’s phone number)