I’ve never been much of a fan of the girlie pop stars.
Never liked Brittany.
She’s a whore, which is kinda nice, but if I am not to ever benefit from her whore-ish ways, then she is – well – worthless.
Never cared much for that Christina Aguilera girl.
Well, except for her HUGE fucking rack which I support with great vigor. ‘Coz ladies and gentlemen, those tits were made especially for motor-boating!
I don’t know how the Gaga got past the front gate. All Jehovah’s Witnesses, pop stars and solicitors are to be stopped and searched. Their drugs seized and enjoyed by me personally.
Somehow Lady Gaga weaseled her way into my heart and now I can’t shake her.
I first fell in love with her for hosting Alexander Skarsgard in her Paparazzi video.
‘Coz Alexander Skarsgard is HAWT.
Damn HAWT.
And for the love of all that is holy, how could you NOT appreciate … this gloriousness? She’s so insecure she cuts herself.
And we all know how much fun insecure girls are!!
I don’t know whether I should spank her or bite her or what but I know I LOVE that tingly feeling I get when I think about her POKEr face.
Hey, speaking of all that is holy and poking and tingly feelings, these fucks are at it again.
I have never been afraid of anything more than I am of the parishioners worshiping at the Westboro Baptist Church.
Really, all the hate they spew – I hope the god they speak of mightily disapproves.
* I apologize for any oopsies but I just worked a full week within a full week and I’m fucking tired so deal with it.
