We once got an email — this was many, many moons ago, when people would actually email you threats and hatred rather than just tweet it to you — in which the dear writer noted that if H or I ever spoke ill of Lil’ Kim again, said emailer would crush our skulls with her bare hands. (“WRITE ME BACK,” was the closer on this little love letter, which kind of took the sting out of the threat.) Sweet reader, better limber up:
Hee hee. I cannot look at this without giggling. This is how I imagine it would look if Lil’ Kim had to escape a burning building in the middle of the night. NEVER CHANGE.