F*CK UPS: Lady Gaga
Oh my! That’s a whole lotta back’doe cakez Lady Gaga! I really didn’t want to do it but she made me do it. It’s like when someone keeps pushing you and pushing you and that little voice in your head turns demonic, egging you on to kill, maim and destroy but without messing up your mani & weave ponytail. Now I’ve enjoyed the crystal dresses and the holographic goggles, the gratuitous body painting and the unsettling way you share your crotch with the audience but visible corrective undergarments is where I have to shut this space shuttle to the cockeye-ded fool down, silly!
M’dear Goo-Goo, panty-hosen do not a pair of suitable trousers make. I know sometimes “lil Gaga” might want a fresh gulp of air but you need to do like rest of us and soak that girl in Evian before you leave the house or beam down from the Enterprise or materialize from the 12th of never or however you get where you’re going. Love You So Gaga……Goo!
- Z’maji of HauteBlogXOXO
