The continuing story of a pop culture geek's quest to meet and photograph celebrities, quasi-celebrities, and where-are-they-nows?
Monday, March 14, 2016
Sashay Away
The last few times I've encountered RuPaul she's been as pleasant as an ingrown ass hair. I remember this bitch before Drag Race was even a concept she stole, before her cosmetics contract, before her books and shitty music, before she appointed herself Supermodel of the World, back when she was a dumb drag queen prancing around Tompkins Square Park during Wigstock, so to see her try and shade me is a joke. Bitch, I know what time you arrived and I know what time your segment airs, so you've got nothing to do but sit in the green room and wait. Take a fucking second for a couple 'fans' you cunt. Supermodel my ass!
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