Taking a break from openly smoking her face off all over Hawaii, here’s Rihanna on a shark boat yesterday because after dulling your reflexes for 48 hours, you kind of want to swim with sea creatures that will chew your goddamn thorax out. Unfortunately I’m landlocked, so I have to settle with paying a hillbilly to shoot bullets at me to dodge which, obviously, lacks the same panache. Unless I made him wear a shark costume. And a beret…
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