The Devil Wears House of Dereon
In the new ad for American Express, Spicy Creole and Mama Tina jet set across the nation to hold open auditions for new captives for the wig crypt. My heart flutters with delight when Tina channels her inner Miranda Priestly.
Oh, and you can't stop emailing me about Beyaki's interview flub. BREAKING NEWS: THE GIRL DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO EXPRESS HERSELF WITH WORDS YET. The paparazzi will undoubtedly snap photos of her reading 'The Autobiography of Malcolm X' while wearing a dress made out of kinte cloth by the end of the week.
Labels: Tales From The Wig Crypt
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