You know, sometimes it’s not the size of the polterwang…

Lil' Kim wears a lil' black lycra catsuit to dinner at Katsuya restaurant in West Hollywood


… 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.