Can’t stand her voice. Can’t stand looking at her or hearing her speak. Have always thought she was off her rocker. Now we have the proof. Enjoy!
Can’t stand her voice. Can’t stand looking at her or hearing her speak. Have always thought she was off her rocker. Now we have the proof. Enjoy!
HEY! Who put a wig on that hatchet?
UGH! At her next concert, I would like to jump onstage, shoot the band,tie her up and ball-gag her with nothing but dirty, soiled, sweaty underwear from Newt Gingrich’s laundry hamper. Then I would proceed to beat her to death onstage using pop-star Justin Bieber as my club. When they were both bloodied and she was newly dead, I would proceed to do a twenty minute long performance art piece onstage in the style of GG Allin, doing things to her still-warm corpse involving a curling iron,a bucket of sulfuric acid and a gallon of rotten coleslaw: right there in front of her fans, family and sycophantic entourage. Now THAT would be a fun Celine Dion concert.