Fatback Media

…or at least those boots are. Damn Girl. Thats’s the album cover for Krazy Kat’s new album, which drops today and is filed under the genres of “Sucks” and “Who Cares”. And don’t be thinking I’m some kind of Kat Hater or Talyor Hicks luvah. I just hate shitty music.

I’m quite sure I defied the laws of physics trying to see under Katharine’s dress. But I have an eerie feeling when I got under there, I’d find a chastity belt of pure American steel that reads, “Not this rainbow, fucker” then she’d summon the scientology aliens to leave me in a lust-induced coma and walk away with my wallet. That’s the mark of a pure sexpot. Lure you in then stab you right in the balls. Aside from that, my only complaint is lack of plunging neckline and copious cleavage. If you got it, flaunt it, sista. I know I do.

More of that DYN-O-MITE cleave.

Love,

Emily!