As some of you may have heard already, Kimora Lee Simmons endorsed Hillary Clinton for President last week, most likely to avoid paying an expensive NYC parking ticket.
HILLARY: Thank you, Kimora, that’s very kind.
KIMORA: How fabu-tastic is it that I endorsed you? Sistas are doing it for themse-e-elves.
HILLARY: I think it’s…it’s just…great.
KIMORA: Well, you don’t sound very fabulotized. I thought you would be happy, Hill, because, um, you know…
HILLARY: Because I’m desperate to get the black vote?
KIMORA: Uh-huh. And I’m reprzentin’ for Asians, too, and for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf.
KIMORA: I don’t really control what comes out of my mouth.
HILLARY: I thank you, Kimora, for giving me your endorsement. I’m sure, uh, it will really really really make a difference. Somewhere. Sometime. In some universe.
KIMORA: Hillary, you are totally speaking my language. The language of fabu-lishiousness. The language of fabu-changement. The mother tongue of fabu-dorsements, the lingua franca of fabulamma lamma ka dinga da dinga…
HILLARY: Okay. I’ve had enough. Where the fuck is my Secret Service?
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