Usher and his shim of a wife, Tameka Foster, are expecting another kiddo, one of his close friends confirms.

The couple already have one son, Usher Raymond V (nicknamed “Cinco”), born in November 2007.

I guess I should be excited for the couple, but I really hate this chick he’s married to. I think she’s butt-ugly and all I hear is what a diva bitch she is. I’m still bitter on behalf of Chilli.

Another day, another report that things aren’t going so well for Usher and his diva of a wife, Tameka Foster.

The Chicago Sun-Times is reporting that the two have separated, despite the fact that Tameka’s reportedly expecting their second kid in December.

This isn’t the first time we’ve heard this rumor, so take it with a grain of salt.

Apparently she's keeping a close eye on her man. Frankly, I would, too, after that shit he pulled with Chilli.

I guess Tameka Foster was acting like a raging bitch toward Keri Hilson, the hottie who played Usher’s love interest in the video shoot for his latest single, “Love in This Club.”

“Tameka is very insecure,” our source said. “Even in rehearsals she was weird and clearly not happy that Keri is so gorgeous. Tameka threw a lot of attitude. The day of the shoot, Tameka dressed Keri very badly – she looked like an extra. Tameka wouldn’t let Keri have her hairdresser there – she had to use the hairdresser who was doing the extras.”

Okay, look, I read all of this, and I suppose there’s plenty to say, but all I can think of is this: My Lord, I hate that song. When it comes on the radio, I can’t change the station fast enough. The lyrics just bother me. Like, they’re clearly in a dance club. A hot, sweaty, dirty dance club where people have been dropping their glasses and running around shoeless and possibly peeing on the floor, Paris Hilton-style, and you wanna have sex with someone there? Like, where, dude? On the actual dance floor? Behind the bar? In the bathroom, perhaps? I mean, I’ve definitely been dancing with a dude at a club and thought to myself, “Yes, I’d like to have sex with this guy, after we get home, in a nice clean bed with freshly laundered sheets.” But in the actual club. Ew, ew, ew. I hate that song. I’m afraid I’m going to get a staph infection just by listening.

Usher — wearing red flannel? — took his new wife, Tameka Foster, shopping in LA.

Tameka gave birth to Usher’s son in late November of last year.

Sorry for the gay headline.

I couldn’t resist.

Plus, this story is so boring. I wanted to add some flair.

Usher’s wife, Tameka Foster, popped out their kid on Monday night.

Usher Raymond V was born in Atlanta, Ga. at 9:55 p.m., and weighed in at 7 lbs. 9 oz., according to the statement.

And please don’t be retarded like me and be all like, “His last name is V? How random is that? Why not give him a normal last name? Like your last name? Freakazoid.”

Because then I realized that it’s V like 5. Like he’s the fifth. I’m not sure if the problem is that I’m still sick or the problem is that I’m still dumb. Or both.