Sunday, October 03, 2004
Wanna see my breasts....again?
Courtney Love(hugging the walls of the courtroom): Its still early. Can I not leave? Why don't you all just go first? Its like my second home. Look at the warm cosy colours they have here, just what I always wanted. Noooo...... if I flash my boobs at Letterman once more, can I stay here a bit longer? Please?
Its all about love...
Elaine Stritch: Oh no dear. I think you are pregnant.
Babara Cook: Shut up bitch! I'm trying to smile here. Now, before I crush your puny hand, you better not say a thing to anyone. *grin* Don't think you are that innocent too. My rose (behind) is wilting because of your filthy stench.
Elaine: Deary, do you think I am getting old?
Make-up assistant: Not at all girl. (Of course you stupid bitch! The pores on your face are like wells. I have to use up my entire stock just to fill them up and make you look normal. You smell like dog poo and your hair sheds buckets. Ooops! There goes another clump! Maybe I can put it back with superglue.) Hahaha...
Elaine: Haha..