Seriously. If thinking about Diddy's many accomplishments don't cause you to collapse inward and moan what have I done with my life, if ruminating on his contributions to the arts, science, medicine, and geopolitical debate, doesn't just awe your face off, there is something really wrong. According to Diddy.
He tells Playboy:
"If I’m not inspiring you at this point, you’re a lost hope. I’m one of the baddest motherfuckers to ever do this shit, and I’m not saying that in an arrogant way. That’s a fact, in black and white. I dare you to write down all my achievements. It will be overwhelming. Break it down and then say who’s number one in hip-hop. Who else has conquered television? Who else has conquered fashion? I don’t want to hear you have a fashion line. Do you have a Council of Fashion Designers of America award? I need to know. Have you run a marathon? If you all still want to fuck with me after I ran the marathon, I don’t know what else to do."
So yeah. Take that, New Yorker. Sean Combs has the energy of all of your "World Changers" in one little finger!
Just kidding! Actually, he has it in his pants.
PLAYBOY: You’ve talked about having 30-hour sex sessions.
COMBS: I’m not exaggerating. When I heard about Sting doing it, I thought, Yo, is this possible? I studied up on the breathing techniques and the focus. Now I think to myself, I cannot believe I’ve been going this long! [laughs] Night is turning into day and I’m still goin’ at it.
Playboy Interview: Sean Combs [Playboy]