Britney hides PooPoo from her conservator dad. She puts it in her microphone and performs in Vegas. From inside the microphone PooPoo sings "oh baby baby how was I supposed to know...?" People in Mexico cheer. Britney is singing live again and better than ever!
Front door of Lady Gaga's New Yoork city apartment FLIES open...
DJ White Shadow is seen fleeing the building, red-eyed and screaming; wearing the meat dress.
Stefani Germanotta sits, Bad Romance'dl'y, on a bed of cocaine, bones and rail whiskey.
A cockroach crawls over her frozen face and feeds her left nostril a bump.
Luke drags her body across the attic. "AGH!" she screams, biting him he groans. "Get off of me!" He doesn't want to let her go, his prized, little cash pet. Trying to run, he THROWS a book at her skull. Smashed. Crashing to the floor, walls/tables shake. "Owuagh!" Luke grins, "you couldn't get away, right?" She spits blood, and asks for help. Too late. Game over.
Seven months of accidentally clicking the blogs tab and frantically clicking the next one so you don't get 522'd.
I also kinda enjoyed some of the fanfics in that cesspool of a place. The way some of members desperately wanted us to believe they had active sex lives.
Didn't Run The World go top 30?
