By Lex May 05, 2015 @ 12:13 PM
Rihanna wore a completely see-through outfit at the Met Gala after-party because you probably can’t name one of her albums, but you can probably trace her tits with your eyes closed. She’s a groundbreaking musical artist in the genre of being mostly naked. She was about the first celebrity to have her smart phone photos hacked. She didn’t give a shit. She turned it into gold. I think she’s smarter than you. I know she’s smarter than me. I’d hug her if I wasn’t afraid of Caribbean AIDS.
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By Lex May 01, 2015 @ 10:32 AM
The Huffington Post is so ripe with click bait money they likely don’t think twice about shilling for brand sponsors without bothering to label their content as such. Since you follow Rihanna’s career closely, you’ll remember Puma took a break from shining Nazi memorabilia in their basement Hall of Honor to name Rihanna their creative director and global brand ambassador and also run their company snack shop on Tuesdays. Apparently, HuffPo was counting the days until the first ad campaign came out:
Ever since the singer inked a reported $1 million deal to serve as the brand’s global ambassador, we knew an epic ad campaign was in the works. And let us tell you, it does not disappoint.The Bajan beauty looks fierce as hell wearing a midriff-baring top, leggings and, of course, the company’s new Pulse XT sneakers. We’re not sure about you, but Riri looks so cool, we want to run to our nearest Puma store and buy the look.
I’m sure about me. Stop running commercials in the place of the banal content we’ve come to expect. Millennials need to form their baseless opinions somewhere and that somewhere is your low cost farm of millennials whose featured skill is zero hesitation in using the word ‘epic’ and ‘cool’ to describe a picture of Rihanna selling shoes. I stand with Morgan Freeman. Fuck the media. I’m canceling my subscription to everything but Jet.
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By Lex April 23, 2015 @ 9:10 AM
Just 25-days ago America’s finest music makers were on a podium declaring the death of Spotify and Pandora and announcing the launch of Tidal, the true artist-fair music app. Kanye West, Madonna, that dude in the Mickey Mouse head, and Nicki Minaj got doe-eyed explaining how Tidal would cost only twice as much as its competitors so Madonna could afford a decent oneg shabbat spread for her Kabbalah cluster. That pretty much killed Tidal in the crib. Even Kanye’s hand upon Tidal couldn’t save that fucker. After a few downloads in the opening week, Tidal dropped off the bottom of the iPhone charts while Spotify and Pandora both had record signups thanks to a bunch of unlikable famous people talking shit about them. The enemy of my app is my friend. Displaying his unwavering loyalty, Kanye has removed the Tidal logo from his Twitter profile and retro-deleted every single Tweet he’d made about the service. Then he announced his won-loss record remains perfect. Memorial services for Tidal will be held later this week. Beyonce will sing a song she didn’t write and bitch about how she’s not getting songwriter royalties.
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By Matt April 20, 2015 @ 6:06 AM
Rihanna took a Hawaiian vacation and spent most of the time taking photos of herself and captioning them with explanations about what a good time she was having although it has been proven difficult to actually rage with a phone in front of your face. I fondly remember the times I’ve had getting black out drunk with trained dolphins yet I don’t recall posting any updates to my live feed. There’s a paradox. When you’re really partying, there’s no documentation. Hence weird shots like this where Rihanna flags down a grounds crew guy to take a shutter series of her ass crack. It’s important for her future children to realize Rihanna did indeed relax on vacation when she wasn’t cropping, editing, and captioning the photos of it. For example her battery died at the airport and she enjoyed a Corona with some egg salad. Unfortunately we will never have definitive proof. That’s what legends are made of.
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By Lex March 24, 2015 @ 8:29 AM
Nobody makes fun of Rihanna anymore. There’s not much left to get. She holds her liquor, she smokes reefer, she rakes in cash, she’s got tight tits and ass. She had a brief period when she was trying to re-live her crack daddy childhood, but she’s grown past that. She fucks movie stars. Her naked photos get hacked, she doesn’t say a peep. She knows she looks amazing without her clothes on. She’s never said boo about politics or pretended to have a strong understanding of arcane geopolitical philosophy. If you can make her cum, a 50-inch TV with the NFL package and some perfectly cooked hot wings will shoot out of her snatch. She’s smile. You’ll smile. Only one of you is dreaming.
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By Lex March 09, 2015 @ 9:05 AM
There is no more pointless investigation than verifying whether or not Leonardo DiCaprio is fucking the chick standing next to him in any given paparazzi photo. Let me save you some time. He is. Thrice that very day, four times on a Sunday when his ball sac belongs to God. That ponytailed chub has the Cock of Unstoppability. It’s not even asking anymore. It’s just knocking as a slight nod to chivalry and walking in. Is Leo banging Rihanna? Look for the stars in her eyes and the imprint of a tiny hand on her left butt cheek.
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