Post-Friday Caption Contest
The less said about my Friday the better. Because I couldn’t remember most of it if I tried. Note to self: next time, set client meetings in coffee shops, not pubs. Particularly if they start at 9am.
Announcement of last week’s winner coming soon. In the meantime, here’s Rihanna airing out her bits at the Jean Paul Gaultier show. Do your best/worst in the comments section:

“And he tore it here when he slammed my head into the dashboard . . . .”
“It was a perfectly normal suit until I called Liz Hurley a cougar and then, wham! The claws came out.”
“So I told Hugh Jackman ‘Of course you can come back to bed, but next time take off the damn suit!’.
“The stitches come out in no time at all! Damn child labourers and their sloppy standards.”
“And just under here is the valve to inflate them. Isn’t that cute?”
My prrrreeeeeccccciiioooouuuuuussssss….
Come on, wake up … wake up … anybody got an ice cube?
I wonder how much attention I would get if I Justin Tumberlaked myslelf…
“I wonder if I’m showing enough boob… I don’t want that entertainment reporter to call me ‘Prince’ again.”
Aw shoot I forgot that ornament again. And i really need some press.
Rihanna coos some words of affection to Robespierre, her new Thimble Poodle. It’s smaller than a Teacup Poodle and you don’t need a purse to carry it around with you.
Side note, that lady has some really long fingers even without the nails.
Sometimes God attains perfection, but designers who think they are God do not.