[Photos: WENN and Cosmopolitan]
Fugger: Lil' Kim
If this is what Lil’ Kim wore to the after-party for her concert…
… then what’s left for the inevitable after-after party? Tassels? By the after-after-after party, she’ll be left with nothing but to wear a lampshade on her head and shout “FRAGIIIIIILE” at the top of her lungs.Seems like poor planning, no?
I know I’ve said that you should wear whatever you want on your birthday. This photo is from Lil’ Kim’s birthday party.
I never really stopped to consider that “whatever you want” might be lingerie topped by a vampire’s kitchen apron, but I guess I have to just stick to my convictions and wish her many happy returns. This is what I get for making blanket statements. Thanks for the life lesson, Kim.
Dear Lil’ Kim:
Please never change. I mean that metaphorically. At some point, you should probably take this off before you get a yeast infection.
You know, sometimes it’s not the size of the polterwang…
… it’s how you package it. And I’d say taking her pelvic dromedary on a spandex safari in dance pants the likes of which would give Brian Boitano acid flashbacks makes for some pretty hilariously ballsy gift-wrap. (Ghost-gonad pun fully intended.) They’re so awful that I almost want to give our girl Lil’ Kim a standing ovation. Does this mean I have to watch her on Dancing With The Stars now? Because I don’t think I can take that kind of agony. Not even as payback for how hard this outfit made me laugh.