Courtney Love at the Metropolitan Opera season opening with the premiere of Donizetti's 'L'Elisir D'Amore' in New York City. (September 24, 2012) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFdaily, Splash News, WENN
This reminds me of when the Tin Man ran out of oil. Meth. Whatever the fuck it was.
Fuck me, golden.
What do you think the street value of those tears are?
Host: “What did you think of ‘L’Elisir D’Amore’, Miss Love?”
Courtney: “I didn’t understand a fucking word, to be honest…”
Come now, they project the translation above the stage. Oh yeah, silly me, she can’t read either.
I just read they’re remaking The Mummy, but I think she’s a little early for the casting call.
She designed and implemented that hairstyle all by herself.
Oh my GOD! You’re totally right! I just caught of whiff of me too!
“My God, somebody Help Me, I have ivy growing up my arms! It is worse than the bugs I see on my hip, they won’t get off me!!!”
SOOOOME DAY YOU WILL STROKE LIKE I STROKE….
Does she have Bell’s Palsy or something? Recent stroke?
A performance art demonstration of ‘tweaking’.
She’s feigning the grief she says she felt when she had Kurt killed, for the onlookers. How quaint.
“It means elixir of LOVE? I thought it was elixir of eternal life!”
“Ms Love is explaining to security how she is there to “watch Oprah and sell meth”.
Seriously looks like a crackhead mugged Elvira.
“Ms. Love, you promised this young gentleman Rohypnol if he stood in as your date…”
I demand to know whose closet has been harboring this.
She’s impersonating Joan Rivers quite well but… Halloween is over a month away.
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