More like “Femme Fartale” (sorry). Brit Brit is wearing a vest made of cockapoo fur and her weave was patched together using clumps of greasy wig hair found stuck in Kim Zolciak’s drain, but I’m actually into the cover of her new album (which you know she pronounces “Fem-me Fart-tally”). It looks like the flier for a strip club that you’d find covered in cigarette ash and splashes of malt liquor on the sidewalk in Downtown Las Vegas. SOLD! Right?
And just so we’re all clear, here’s Wikipedia’s definition of femme fatale:
A femme fatale (pronounced /ˌfɛm fəˈtæl/ or /ˌfɛm fəˈtɑːl/; French: [fam faˈtal], with all [a]’s) is a mysterious and seductive woman whose charms ensnare her lovers in bonds of irresistible desire, often leading them into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations.
Yeah, I don’t know if that describes our little Louisiana trailer park blossom, but it definitely describes her bowels relationship with her all-Frapp diet.