… Because we don’t believe in the power of love, of course. That’s why we’re fools, guys. We just can’t even see it. It’s as glaring as that stupid gold tooth in Chris Brown‘s busted-ass mouth, but there’s just no getting through to us. We just some dumb hos, and we should probably just let Chris Brown and his cronies shit in our corneas while he plays footsie with Rihanna. Fair?
This is Chris and Rihanna at yesterday’s Lakers game in Los Angeles, and if they don’t look all cozy and loved up, then I have no conception of what love really and truly is.
Also, here’s a photo that Rihanna posted on her Twitter yesterday, and unless you’re just one of the many simple-minded bourgeoisie that Chris and Rihanna are forced to encounter in their fabulous lives, this is their way of telling you that they totally just f-cked in that car. Totally. Me, I wouldn’t be going anywhere near and damn car with Chris Brown if I were Rihanna, but then you have it right there: I’m not Rihanna, duh:
It’s totally obvious, what with Chris Brown’s pants hanging half off his ass, the shirtlessness, the bralessness, the post-coital cigarettes … I could go on, but I want you to be able to keep today’s breakfast down (and last night’s holiday meal).
Anyway. Here’s two special songs for Rihanna and Chris. I couldn’t decide which one really summed up their love, so I chose both, being the greedy bitch I am.