Oh for f-cks’
Yes, that’s Rihanna. Yes, that’s Chris Brown. Yes he’s leading her along as she wears a fishnet skirt (honestly, why even bother wearing it?) over her pink (I’m guessing Ri-Ri-River Island #phuckyo) g-string bikini bottoms.
Him giving Karrueche Tran several portions of meat and two veg last week has all been predictably forgotten in a haze of hash, hormones and horn in Hawaii yesterday.
Which also happened to be Rihanna’s 25th birthday.
What they should do is just go ahead and have an official ménage
relationship with Brown, Fenty and Tran all living together like a modern day version of the François Truffaut movie from the 60′s – Jules et Jim.
Those tweets and instagram pictures would be worth a look at.
Look at the way Rihanna’s running after Chris to clasp his hand so the paps get a picture while he trots ahead oblivious to her needy advances in a coke-propelled Olympic-speed power-walk showing his knickers off as his shorts fall around his thighs.
In this picture it looks like they’re having a conversation, but I can guarantee that Chris is just sitting there going: ‘Duuuuuuuuuuurrrggghhhhh’ while Rihanna’s saying: ‘you love me baby, don’t you, you do, right?’ and tweeting about how cool and bad she is and how anyone who doesn’t agree with her can ‘eat a dick’.
It’s just so laughably pathetic.