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I should not have clicked that banner on YouTube. I should simply have rolled my eyes and continued doing whatever else I was doing, and saved myself all this existential outrage. Comes the news that she's making more money than God on this tour because the tickets are 250€. Last night's debacle cost 6.3€ a minute! I don't feel like cutting her any slack but she really was acting as though she had a touch of cholera... ebola... so possibly France can get her estate.
Anyway, not that I want to start in with some sort of Hollywood gossip tradition, here, but since I opened my mouth about it, people have been pointing me to all this lurid detail.
HERE is a rather muddled account of the spread eagle eyesore. While taking this in, I realized those fishnets are designed to clamp ultra-tightly right under the butt at the top of the leg. This accounts for BB2's observation that her butt was flapping and mine about its unnaturally buoyant behavior while in the midst of this harrowing display.
I think she's now officially taken all the romance out of both heterosexuality and homosexuality. Heck, I think maybe bisexuality is also down for the count. This is harking to mind all those lurid things they always said about hell, about the apocalypse... except I don't remember anything about people having to pay so dearly for it.
HERE is the poop on the steam punk youth machine. It's probably the disease vector.
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