I Blame Beyonce

I can picture Kelly Rowland hanging out in Beyonce's mansion asking her, "B, I have to perform at this club G-A-Y in London and I don't have a thing to wear! You know how those queens are. They are so damn picky." B thought for a minute and then remembered a hideous outfit she was saving for Solange, but thought now was a good time as ever. She ripped this peacock shit out of a Hefty bag and told Kelly that she was saving it for herself, but Kelly would look better in it. She told Kelly it was straight from the runaways of Paris. It was really straight from the House of Dereon sweat shops in Paris, TX, but what's the difference really?

Kelly fell for it and that's a damn shame. It looks like her peacock tried to escape from her body and they had to duct tape it at the crotch to keep it from running away. Ugh, poor Kelly. Beyonce got you again girl.