Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID ABOUT HATING LADY KAKA. I DON'T THINK SHE'S KAKA ANYMORE...
I THINK SHE'S KOO-KOO.
... and gloriously so.
HOlY shitparcel. For days, now... Jimmy's been telling me to check out this Lady KooKoo
performance.
I ignored him because I hate her fucking hideous dance music and her style is vile.
NOW I'M EATING MY WORDS.
HOLY SHIT. THIS FRUITCAKE IS AWESOME.
WHY THE FUCK IS SHE MAKING THE CHEEZE WHIZ CRAPOLA SHE PUTS OUT WHEN SHE IS CAPABLE OF BEING BATSHIT NUTTY AND SINGING LIKE JUDY GARLAND CHANNELING ELTON JOHN?!?!?!?!??!!?!?!??!
DEAR LADY KOO KOO
CAN YOU PLEASE JUST COME OUT OF THE CLOSET AND BE THE TRUE MANIAC THAT YOU ARE??????
(also, let your penis dangle.)
IMPRESSED. ENTERTAINED. I'LL EVEN STOP BITCHING ABOUT HOW YOU STOLE MY HAIRCUT'S COOL FACTOR. ya.
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Somehow the boobs are more terrifying than the tampon string.
ReplyDeleteit's a package deal.scary on scary.
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