I wish I'd watched the entire VMA telecast, because then I'd have seen all of Lady Gaga's outfits and could've knocked them out in one post, as opposed to scattering them around and dragging it out in a way that's sure to please her. I had intended to ignore the ones I didn't notice right away. But I couldn't resist posting this smoking pile of crazy:
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That is... that is the Santa Claus you find in your apartment complex's dumpster, reeking of whiskey and urine. That is the property of one very cold chicken. That is what happens when you go to summer camp and the girls in your cabin hate you, so they cover your face in honey and cut up your pillows.
And that is the soulmate of this person:
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That is... that is the Santa Claus you find in your apartment complex's dumpster, reeking of whiskey and urine. That is the property of one very cold chicken. That is what happens when you go to summer camp and the girls in your cabin hate you, so they cover your face in honey and cut up your pillows.
And that is the soulmate of this person:
Look for Lady Gaga next summer in Cast Away II: Wilson's Boogaloo, in which she is dumped on a remote resort island and stumbles upon an entire gym closet's worth of volleyballs. With sexy results. And ultimately objecticidal ones, as I suspect Gaga has never met a ball she didn't want to filet and turn into a headdress.
