Damnnnnn. Kanye West needs to tell his girl to turn down the brightness on her leggings. Tell her in all CAPS. Those leggings are my breaking my MacBook eyes!
I feel like I need to drop acid to deal with this shit. Seriously, Amber Rose looks like something my imagination would create while riding on an acid high at a desert rave or some shit. She’s like a giant glowstick. Actually, fuck acid. Drop the E, drink some orange juice and make her bounce around. That trippy shit would take you to another dimension. Another dimension where Kanye’s blog posts make absolute sense the first time you read them.
Here’s Kanye and his bought-and-paid-for robot girl at the Stella McCartney show in Paris.