
(Via Go Fug Yourself)
I am off my game. I have passed my prime. I am old hat. I am, indeed, thoroughly ashamed of myself.
Because something momentous happened, and I didn't know. It took a man, and a hetero one at that, to point out to me that Gaga was parading around in public in a dress that she had fashioned at her local butcher's shop. She looks like a walking Gunther von Hagens exhibit.
Lawks a lordy! How did she think of that? Why did she think of that? And was everyone supplied with nose plugs to conquer the god-awful smell that must have been emanating from that meaty beast?
These are the important questions. I think it only fair to demand they are answered.
On another note... Cher! I mean, honestly, there are no words...

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