Monday, October 30, 2006
Nothin' make a woman feel betta...
...than Berettas and amarettas, butter leathers and mad cheddars. So says Lil' Kim, anyway, and I must agree, even though I don't have any of those things. I suppose the next time I go to a bar I could order a DiSaronno on the rocks or something and at least have one out of the four.
Despite my lack of handguns, almond-flavored liquers, upscale wearable animal products, and stacks of cold, hard cash, I still managed to portray a convincing Lil' Kim at the Halloween party I attended Saturday night. In spite of my dismay at not being able to find an off-the-breast purple pantsuit at Ricky's on Saturday and having to do some extremely amateurish alterations on the "Ursa Minor" size 14 spacesuit outfit I ended up purchasing (mainly because it included a purple leotard), as well as make a customized purple pasty, I ended up pulling it off. Here I am with the Columbia virology bitches. Left to right: the lovely J-Sexy rocking a fro as Foxy Brown (Pam Grier Foxy Brown, not the deaf rapper who wouldn't be standing anywhere NEAR Lil' Kim), myself and my tit, J-Dater (graduate from my lab) dressed as a public health grad student, and my fellow Fantasy Footballer Multiple Scorgasms in her Snakes on a Plane costume.
Okay, so nobody would probably mistake me for Lil' Kim on the street, but I got the point across. I was at least fronting to be in the same league as, in the words of the Queen Bee, "Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches."
Despite my lack of handguns, almond-flavored liquers, upscale wearable animal products, and stacks of cold, hard cash, I still managed to portray a convincing Lil' Kim at the Halloween party I attended Saturday night. In spite of my dismay at not being able to find an off-the-breast purple pantsuit at Ricky's on Saturday and having to do some extremely amateurish alterations on the "Ursa Minor" size 14 spacesuit outfit I ended up purchasing (mainly because it included a purple leotard), as well as make a customized purple pasty, I ended up pulling it off. Here I am with the Columbia virology bitches. Left to right: the lovely J-Sexy rocking a fro as Foxy Brown (Pam Grier Foxy Brown, not the deaf rapper who wouldn't be standing anywhere NEAR Lil' Kim), myself and my tit, J-Dater (graduate from my lab) dressed as a public health grad student, and my fellow Fantasy Footballer Multiple Scorgasms in her Snakes on a Plane costume.
Okay, so nobody would probably mistake me for Lil' Kim on the street, but I got the point across. I was at least fronting to be in the same league as, in the words of the Queen Bee, "Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches."
Labels: grad school bullshit, Halloween, J-Sexy, Lil' Kim, nudity, rap, Razzification
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She knows she has nice boobs, fuckwit. That's why she wore that outfit.
# posted by 
: 10/30/2006 11:26 PM
: 10/30/2006 11:26 PM
Looks like Razzy gained some weight since her naked modeling days. Perhaps she had too much Halloween candy. She needn't worry though, I'll still masturbate to her.
# posted by : 10/31/2006 8:43 PM
: 10/31/2006 8:43 PM
My weight is about the same, but unfortunately the costume was a size fucking 14 (I'm a size 4). The extra billowing fabric gives the illusion of added poundage, but given Lil' Kim's recent weight gain after her stint in the federal pokey, I figured it was accurate.
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