On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me... eleven memesters rhyming, ten Milos hosting , nine logos rising , eight swords for sparring , seven sins for scouring , six signs for praying , five 5-star reviews , four pairs of shades , three seals of love , two friends-in-arms , and a Fencing Bear in a MILO tree . * 1 My queen is YSL, but so Gucci is he So Lariat are his pearls, so Sassoon his hair Many uglies deny, but Christ would only agree My queen is YSL. But could there ever be another queen so rare Of perfect jawline, drowning in rich ratchetry? Dare you compare this Golden YSL, I swear. Woe is me, for these broke hoes do not pause to see The best she offers is not on sale; retail raids Truth bombs bloom, style consumes, you and me, wait and see. My queen is YSL. 2 “Feminism is cancer,” emblazoned on nice swag, “Everyone who hates me is ugly,” available too, Be the envy of your friends, let it...