Welcome home, Lil’ Kim.
Yes, she’s been out of the pokey for a while now. But she’s been looking pretty consistently covered and cute since her prison stay, to the point where I’d almost started to believe the fug had been slammered right out of her.
Oh, me of little faith. I should have known she’d return to form eventually. I mean, this is Lil’ Kim. If you offer Lil’ Kim a sheer mini-robe two sizes too small, a belt that looks like a skin infection, and glittery pasties shaped like Texas, she is going to take them and run. That’s like dangling a sloppy-haired foreign shipping heir in front of Paris Hilton. Lil’ Kim is only one woman; she has only so much will power, and so very much history of being as naked as possible.
I blame the Pussycat Dolls. Lil’ Kim was a judge on The Pussycat Dolls Barely Showed Up Enough To Quality As Presenting: The Search For The Next Faceless Bandmember, and while it was awesome to hear her be all, “You think staying up late to rehearse is hard? Girl, I went to PRISON,” I do also suspect all that semi-nude writhing made her miss her glory days of being America’s most reliably exposed torso.