This reminds me of when the Tin Man ran out of oil. Meth. Whatever the fuck it was.

Host: “What did you think of ‘L’Elisir D’Amore’, Miss Love?”
Courtney: “I didn’t understand a fucking word, to be honest…”

I just read they’re remaking The Mummy, but I think she’s a little early for the casting call.

Two weeks.

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’.

“Fire bad!”

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!”

Classy

“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.

ITS ALIVE!!
ITS ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!

Death Becomes Her.

“I wanna whole lotta lumps…[yeeeee] “

incontinence is a bitch

It ain’t over until the crazy bitch sings.

I thought Carol Burnett died?