Rihanna spent this past fourth of July weekend as I wish I would have; basically topless in a club full of people, with nothing but sparkly nipple daisies covering her modesty. Nothing makes my little alcoholic world go around like thoughts of nipple flashing in public, while intravenously administering my own special form of medication (one part vodka/ three parts ground up Valtrex).
Maybe during a weekend where her ex-beater, Chris Brown, was (allegedly) hooking up with Amber Rose, our little Alien Princess needed some attention. Going to a club dressed as Sucha Farce’s crotch rot-infested sister is one quick way to get all eyes back on you.
RiRi. My darling. Thank you for trying to make nip daisies happen. (Cut to Amy walking to the store in nothing else, trying to make them happen in her local area).
guess she has to get non-chris brown headlines somehow, right?
…it’s working. Just about every site and newspaper mentions her today. Seems desperate for a girl who, six months ago, did not have to try that hard.