This is how I like to end my back breaking day of celebrity blogging, with pictures of Rihanna bumping and grinding in her futuristic stripper outfit on stage for me. Obviously she’s not just dancing for me, but I like to pretend that the pictures I get were mailed to me directly, then mother scanned them into a computer, resized them and left them on my lap for me to enjoy as a treat with my mayonnaise and baloney sandwiches. Speaking of baloney sandwhiches, she seems to be grabbing… That’s just tasteless.
