Lady Gaga is stupid
“I’m not trying to prove to anybody that I’m going to be here for 30 years.”
Don’t worry, darling. We have so little fear in that. We’re counting down that fifteen minutes of fame clock, so we can throw you back to the Long Island laundromat you’ll be working for the rest of your days, smoking an unfiltered Marlboro with your dark roots showing, adjust your flappy hooters in a latex tube-top, mumbling incoherently, “Do ya know who I used to be? Huh? Do ya?”
No, lady. And I don’t care. Give me the change for the dollar I gave you, or I’ll do my laundry somewhere else. And put on some goddamn pants.






