Oh, Lady BlahBlah. When you used Diet Coke cans as curlers, I laughed and thought, “There is a kindred spirit.” When you wore a meat dress, I thought, “I may never eat steak again.” But I did. So we got through it. But this:
I don’t care that you’ve given yourself lace bangs, or that you have pearls glued to your nails. And I also don’t care that, for once, I can’t see the intricacies of your pelvis. Any credit you might’ve gotten for that is GONE, because you went a step too far this time.



























Bad Fugmance
You know, somewhere, there is a convent that would love to have this woman. Sure, it’s run by people who put absinthe on their corn flakes and promise their spiritually recreated virginities to a man with a handlebar mustache named Baron von Slapp, but listen, isn’t any embrace a welcome one?
Also, while I’m on the Lady Blahblah subject, I have questions about her SNL performance. Drop by the last slide and we can talk.
[Photos: Pacific Coast News]
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