The VMA’s are as unpredictable as wedding night for 2 virgins, it might end with a show stopping performance with special effects and a light show or it might end in tears with some douchcack *cough*Kanye*cough* ruining what was supposed to be the greatest night of your life by getting his and leaving you unsatisfied, greasy and cheated. No matter what happens at this 3 ring monkey spectacle, there’s always something interesting to view which brings us to our 1st monkey, the fabulous and avant garde Lady of Gaga
Jean Paul Gaultier be damned, tar’d and feather’d, diddle’d and slaughtere’d, I lovez it. I lovez it so much, I’ll forgive the bloody desecration of that beautiful white leotard during her performance, talk about a heavy flow! Po’ chile’ don’t even know where she is right now………..Land Pooh, the runway is clear, land.
Thick, buttery Creole drizzled McJiggleYumz poured into couture, must a say more?
The hippy wonder kilt in a Balmain mini and thigh high platform boots. I surely wanna thank ya mama for all that puddinz. I feel international relations improving as I speak, thank ya Gawd!
And for his charcoal, finely tailored Calvin Klein unit, the award for Man-Diva Ovahness goes to………..um,………?
Alicia Keys in mirrorball glam, who knew that those gams were hiding under that piano? Cocoa Butter does a body good.
Dapper dandy Chace, does dressy casual b’cuz that ‘I just knocked down a few shameless and eager groupies at the hotel on my Sealy Posturpedic’ look is carvin fashion identiteez. Thumbs up!
They say that Beyonce let Solange out the basement to perform her sisterly duties such as carrying B’s purse, retouching B’s lip-gloss, tasting B’s champagne to make sure it was laced with poison but I say she floated right off a runway and gave us fever that no ‘dragon’ could ever muster. Take me back to the basement with you Solo, I’ll let cha shave me…….
Well he might be full of poo and diarrhea but Kanye knows how to accessorize. Check the snakeskin bag on his arm, that bag is really holdin, I mean it’s stuffed.