Grace Jones

It took me a few nipple pinches and a couple of eye blinks to realize this was Grace Jones in her natural state! I almost didn't recognize her without a broken disco ball on her titties or a sandcastle on top of her head. Even without all that glitter, Grace is perfection. You won't ever catch me saying a bad word about her. If Grace wants to grow out her Chia Pet Pits (see thumbnail #2), she can!

By the way, proof of Grace's powers are in the picture above. Grace is text-messaging with her cooch! Hands are for amateurs.

Only Grace Jones can wear the fuck out of a rattan basket from the Reagle Beagle or whatever the hell that thing is on her head. The fucked up shit she wears is too advanced for mortals. We don't understand it. But seriously, Grace Jones can destroy us all with just one roar.

Grace Jones is what Solange wants to be when she grows up. She's down in her basement right now trying to recreate this shit using an old wooden salad bowl, placements and some busted ass V for Vendetta mask she bought on eBay. She can try all she wants, but Grace Jones cannot be duplicated.