When we talk about Megyn Kelly and her "flow," you are forgiven for assuming we are pondering her menses. (We bet she's a tough, studly kinda double-maxipad chick.) And yet, in reading the Boston Bomber ("suspect")'s twattings of Dr. Dre-lyrics, Kelly actually sounds pretty sweet. She is no Dana Perino, mortifying white girls everywhere, that is for sure, or even Karl Rove (ditto).
Good job, Megyn Kelly! Sometimes we don't hate you.
Love,
Wonket
Apparently if you paint your dingus to look like a mic, she can't stop herself from freestyling into it.
You can't make me watch Fox. Even in a clip.
Ed: Suddenly glad you mastered the whole no-auto-play thing