Dear Rihanna, Thank you for the wonderful display of spring/summer 2011 (we see you in your Prada boa!). Pop candy Madominatrix suits you well. Sex smells awful even with a cherry on top, but we love the perfume emanations from the release of your inner Alfred Bitchcock. You had some quality tutelage! NOW IF ONLY BEYONCE WOULD PRESENT HERSELF AND DECLARE THE ROYAL ERA OF TRANNY, WE WOULD BE SATISFIED. B, GET YA LIFE!
February 01, 2011