Billy Dee Williams’ Denim Slayage: Throwback Thursday
Sometimes, you gotta look back where you came from to know where you are going! Today, I’m looking back to the old school G, smooth ass Billy Dee Williams.
Ladies and gentlegays. Look at Billy. LOOK AT HIM! My dude got on denim on denim on denim, looking like a jean factory exploded and an #alphet fell on him.
Who gon check smooth ass Billy in all his chambray glory? NO ONE, that’s who! And because he’s sleeker than a water slide with oil, he got one hand in his belt as he leans back and seduces you with his eyes. You see my nigs don’t dance they just pull up they pants and do the rockaway. Lean back, Billy. Lean back.
But let’s also look at that giant collar of his. The size of that collar must be proportional to the amount of cool. It MUST be. Because no one collar should have all that wideness. But Billy’s can.
We cannot forget the tie. It’s large, in charge and floral. To add that touch of “I care about you” to the ensemble.
Last but not least, please pay #amish to Billy Dee’s hair. Look at that roller set. You know whoever LAIDT his coiffure used some pink oil lotion after they washed it and put the rollers in. They sat him under the dryer and then they sprayed it with Pump It Up spritz to make sure it remained in this state for at least 4 days. He musta stepped out that salon and had women passing out in the streets in his wake. Billy made folks just lose their religion and underroos.
This is one confident man, and his come hither eyes are telling us all that although he knows he’s too sexy for his shirt, he will wear it anyway. Because his shirt is the only thing keeping us all behaving right now. Because he’s Billy Dee GAHTDAMB Williams, the Panty Slayer. The Titan of Drawls. The King of Swoon.
I am HERE for Billy Dee Williams. Always and forever. The original OG. Rico Suave’s mentor and giver of fever. YES!
Whatchu think of Billy’s alphet? Are you jealous that your hair isn’t LAIDT like kleenex? Let a G know.
P.S. the 70s were truly EVERYTHING.
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Billy’s butta is whipped like a bad ass kid in Walmart…YES GAWD!!!!
I’m terrible, because I’m visual. So as this kid is getting spanked, there’s butter flying everywhere.
Elevator to Hell…going down.
Ummmm…Me and Mr. Williams could do some things….Lawd, forgive my whoreish soul cause Billy Dee is old enough to easily be my GRANDDADDY (in my Mr. Brown voice). *Lays my burdens and my drawls at his feet*
P.S.
Luvvie, I am here for the .gif!!!!!!
EVERYTHING. Yes, the 70s were!!!!
“Has the sexual revolution bypassed Blacks?” So asks the headline, and Dilly B, with one sexy eye glance and a flip of the wash-n-set, answers resoundingly in the Negatory!!!
Hey Mr. Williams! *Said like Smokey and Craig in Friday*
Not Lusters Pink Lotion…NOT PIMP Pump It Up Spritz!
*Writes will and lays out funeral clothes*
I LOVE me some Billy Dee. Smoothest mufukka on the planet.
Makes me crave a Colt 45, and I don’t even like malt liquor!
I think I’m a spend a lovely evening watching Mahogany, wishing I was born in the 50’s so I could be an undercover Billy Dee groupie in the 70s.
Ha’mercy! Gootlawd!
Excellent use of “chambray”…had to look it up lol
Your blog is hilarious and educational
Also #heyBillyHey *swoons*
He is rockin my world with his bumper curl! Ever since “Lady Sings The Blues”, when my mom allowed me to call Diana Ross’ character ‘stupid’… (couldn’t talk bad about Ms. Ross in my house). Then he was in space messin up bad guys and not a single permed hair was out if place. As i live and breathe… They don’t make ’em like this no more!
Wasn’t no Lusters Pank back den. It was VO5 or Ultra Sheen. Billy was all that with the voice to match. Those of us who could afford a decent pair of draws woulda happily thrown em his way
Ditto on this comment. Or Afro Sheen. Carry on.
I loved Mr. Williams, he was and still is a fine representation of what a man should be. He was also probably the only man that a roller set looked good on to me. And what interview was that with Micheal Fassbender?
I thought the attached link, kinda works in with the theme. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8Jiwo3u6Vo
First, the GIF had me cackling enough to cause concern from co-workers.
Yes, Billy Dee is the dictionary definition of smooth. I still remember my cousins watching Lady Sings the Blues acting like straight fools when he looked at Diana and said “You want my arm to fall off?”
As for you, Luvvie, I wish I could quit you. But I cain’t. I just cain’t.
Yeah that line gets me every damn time!!!!
He was cute then…. but his head got big and his neck got small….
Billy Dee is old enough to be my granddaddy, but baybaaaay!! Billy Dee in “Mahogany”?? I would have NEVER worn panty drawers in the 70s!! That was a fine man right there…too fine…and he knew it too. He knew that women were washing extra loads of drawers because of him!
Between the alphet, the hair and that MUSTACHE…I just don’t know.
Wonder what Ponchitta Pierce is doing these days?
We should Google her.
She’s been everywhere http://uscpublicdiplomacy.org/index.php/about/bio_detail/ponchitta_pierce/
Well damn!
My father was a Billy Dee replica circa 1973. I think that’s how he got my mama..w/ a porn stache and curled coif. smh. LOL..
Billy Dee know he was a smooth brotha! I completely understand why women were screeching over him in the 70’s…
What I DON’T understand, however, is the author’s name. “Ponchitta Pierce”? Where dey do dat at? Ma’am, who named you?
Maybe this was the precursor to ghetto names? Maybe this was the point in time where they started experimenting, and it evolved from Ponchitta to the Ponchittanitaniquescas of the world today.
Meaning no disrespect to the journalist BUT isn’t ponchetta an Italian ham?
Last but not least, please pay #amish to Billy Dee’s hair. Look at that roller set. You know whoever LAIDT his coiffure used some pink oil lotion after they washed it and put the rollers in.
BW AHA HA HA HA HA HA AH HA
Luvvie,
you absolutely rock.
Oh Billy….he has a quilt made out of ladies underpants for sure.
Billy Dee. Billy Dee. Billy Dee! Yes Goot Gawd! #thatisall
William December Williams is the Patron Saint of Wet Panties. Period.
My mom’s menopausal best friend still considers him the finest man ever. Still got these pre-geriatrics out here quivering!