I can’t tell if Ariana Grande and her stretch pants are sparkling, of if that’s just my libido adding some photo effects to my optical sensors to heighten the experience. It might be both.
I know so many of you, not unlike myself, have a thing thing for this little reddish-topped minxy TV starlet. So the chance to see Ariana in skin tights bustling through the airport, well, I was happier than a TSA agent finding a twenty dollar bill loose in somebody’s jacket. I so badly want to screen Ariana for foreign objects. And if I find none, offer up some of my own.
Ariana, call me, we could do horrible things to each other. Enjoy.