Shut Up and Fug

Well. This is amazing:

In the literal sense, which means that I am AMAZED BY IT: by the fact that she is wearing it, by the fact that someone made it available to be worn, by its very existence. This is mega, major, Grace Jones-style madness. Take a look at it, head-on:

!!!!!!!

This is totally what the aliens will be wearing when they finally touch down and ask one of us to take them to our leader. As a kid, that phrase always seemed like it would lead to a long, complicated conversation with the aliens that went something like this:

ALIEN: Take me to your leader.

ME: My mom isn’t here right now.  She’s at home I’m here at school, see?

ALIEN: No, your LEADER.

ME; My mom IS my leader.

ALIEN: The leader of all you people!

ME: All of us here? You mean Principal Skinner?

ALIEN: NO. ALL THE PEOPLE. THE LEADER OF EVERYONE.

ME: The President? I don’t know him. But also, if you want to talk to the leader of everyone on EARTH, we don’t have, like, a planet-wide leader? So I’m not sure where to direct you. I’m really sorry! I guess you should talk to the UN? I don’t know.

ALIEN: GOD YOU HUMANS ARE ANNOYING. BBBZZZZZZZZZZZT!

So what I’m saying is, I just hope Rihanna doesn’t vaporize us.