Meh.  You know what would be really sexy?  If she dressed like a normal member of the public and not like she’s on f8cking stage.  Ridiculous orange face, hair beaten down with dye, gaudy bangles and droppy tits that should be in a bra.

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I was watching Bill Maher this weekend and he said, the quality of music is reflective by the amount of backup dancers someone has…

Rihanna Has 37 backup dancers

And these no names don't have any...

So classy.  After celebrating ‘weed day’ with her girl pals, Rihanna decided to slip on a string bikini and relax poolside.   Of course, it would be rude not to share her racy antics with fans – and the Diamond singer posted a series of revealing snaps on Twitter, showing off one of her best assets.  more

And the band plays on…  The one day I didn’t bring my iphone to the gym with me, I see Flea.  F8ck.  He was walking out of the Y, where he loves shootin’ hoops.  I suppose even if I had my camera, I probably wouldn’t have asked him.  It’s one of those things where you leave people be.  Last thing he needs or wants is people hassling him when all he wants to do is chill.  Unlike Rihanna of course who will do everything and anything to draw attention.  I guess that’s the difference between having talent, and not.

I just finished saying that there are two sides to Rihanna.  So maybe there are 3 sides to her.  But trash is trash regardless of how many sides you have.

Just laying there like a lump.  There seems to be 2 sides to Rihanna.  If she’s not flipping you the bird,  she’s laying around comatose.  Reminds me of that scene in, Traffic (with Micheal Douglas) when erika christensen

Don’t bother clicking the image, it doesn’t get any bigger.  I’ve been trying all day.  The only thing that’s getting bigger… is my daughter’s diaper because I keep staring hopelessly at these Rihanna pics.

 I had to take my dog to the vet again today.  Back in the Spring his knee had some weird gaping hole with all this puss oozing out.  We put him on antibiotics, the first round didn’t help because it was the wrong type of antibiotic.  The vet cut it out, didn’t help.  We put him on another type of antibiotic and that seemed to help.  But the f8cking bacteria would not go away.  Today we went to get it flushed out.  I have to take him in again on Friday and the vet will decide if we need to put him under and take out more chunks of the flesh or whatever.  It’s pretty gross and sad.  Dunno know what made me think of that… Anyway, here’s Rihanna.

A f8cking train wreck.  Why would anyone want to put themselves through this sh*t on a daily basis?  Everyone constantly up in your grill watching and spying on every move.  You can’t even get back together with a woman beater without the whole world knowing and commenting on it.  Can’t a woman make poor decisions in private anymore?  I moved to a new place over the weekend and got into a car accident.  I’ve been driving for 2 decades and this was the first time in an accident.  Douche bag behind me, slammed me into the car ahead.  It could have been worse, but thankfully with LA traffic, everyone is pretty much confined to driving 20 MPH… The car is a wreck.  Which brings me back to the whole Rihanna comparison.  Just blew your mind, didn’t I?!