At Clive Davis’ pre-Grammy party last night, RiRi’s dress took me to so many places. It took me to Candy Spelling’s gift wrapping room, because homehead looked like she just had a totally messy orgy with a bunch of tissue paper. RiRi’s dress also took me to the county fair, because I’m staring at her wondering if I want blue or pink cotton candy. And finally, RiRi’s dress took me to a ballet recital starring 6-year-olds, because bisney looked like she got caught in a tutu tornado and barely lived to the tale.
