Rihanna is not merely a legendary singer of inspiring house party music; she’s also a transformative visual artist. Employing her own body as a canvas, Rihanna is painting the story of a girl from a small island nation who would leave her homeland in search of bigger islands where she could score some killer weed and show off her titties. Her tattoos are like elfin songs of great weed-finding and tit-showing adventures in Middle Earth. Somewhere in her body language is the story of banging Matt Kemp before he sullied his pecker on Khloe Kardashian. And taking a smite from Chris Brown’s tiny, angry hands. I think it’s illustrated close to her taint so you might have to wait until she shifts her legs to read the end of that chapter.

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