Rihanna: Drunken Queen of Barbados

Oh yeah I’d hit it…like I was gettin’ paid for it!

she looks like shit

Someone needs to run up and punch this bitch in the face. I don’t blame Chris Brown so much now.

My old lady wears that outfit MUCH better

I am ashamed to say I thought she was hot a long long time ago,
yikes!

“until she thought simulating doggy style sex on a parade float would be an awesome idea”

video after the jump???????????

I’d hit it and so would you.

Dat ass!

can’t wait til this one goes on her downward spiral :DDD

Good blow job mouth

it looks like she had fun.
that’s good!

1. This post is full-on straight-up RACIST.
2. You obviously know nothing about Island culture.

Kadooment is fun and she is drinking Banks beer which is great beer.
Don’t be jealous and hateful Fish, get a passport and hop on a plane sometime and have some fun.

It’s sad and tragic, that this is supposedly A superstar, IN horrific cheap fake costume jewlry,NOT TO MENTION holes in her stocking’s. Surrounded by cotten picker’s who look even more degrated then her if possible. What’s with the doggie style dance? Acting like the ape she is?…..And last but not least, what the fuck is up with the other tragic looking black whore to her side, in an equally horrific or even worse costume WITH THAT BODY? FOR SHAME………………………………………………

It’s quite amazing that in the midst of all that….revelry she managed to keep her tits & flaps inside the tiny costume. That’s talent.

I just ejaculated in my pantalones.

YUCK

There was three crack addicts into the east, Three crackheads both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn should die.
They took a plough and plough’d him down, Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead.
But the cheerful Spring came kindly on, And show’rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surpris’d them all.
The sultry suns of Summer came, And he grew thick and strong,
His head weel arm’d wi’ pointed spears, That no one should him wrong.
The sober Autumn enter’d mild, When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head Show’d he began to fail.
His coulour sicken’d more and more, He faded into age;
And then his enemies began To show their deadly rage.
They’ve taen a weapon, long and sharp, And cut him by the knee;
Then ty’d him fast upon a cart, Like a rogue for forgerie.
They laid him down upon his back, And cudgell’d him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm, And turn’d him o’er and o’er.
They filled up a darksome pit With water to the brim,
They heaved in John Barleycorn, There let him sink or swim.
They laid him out upon the floor, To work him farther woe,
And still, as signs of life appear’d, They toss’d him to and fro.
They wasted, o’er a scorching flame, The marrow of his bones;
But a Miller us’d him worst of all, For he crush’d him between two stones.
And they hae taen his very heart’s blood, And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank, Their joy did more abound.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise,
For if you do but taste his blood, ‘Twill make your courage rise.
‘Twill make a man forget his woe; ‘Twill heighten all his joy:
‘Twill make the widow’s heart to sing, Tho’ the tear were in her eye.
Then let us toast John Barleycorn, Each drunkwhore a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity Ne’er fail !

I want to wear her asscheeks as ear muffs.

I’d go trollin’ in her colon. (not a typo)

Pretty girls go shit, like everyone else. Not only that, sometimes when they need to change the toilet paper roll, the spring thing shoots off and flies into the toilet. They reach in, like everyone else, and like everyone else, sometimes they accidentally grip their own turd, instead of the springy roll thing. Jeez, you guys make such a big deal out of attractive women.