Dude, you really don't think this is WORSE than the meat dress? You're crazy, this is several times worse.
Hardcore pop stans will still check for her, but after the morning news tomorrow, she can kiss the GP goodbye. Permanently.
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Dude, you really don't think this is WORSE than the meat dress? You're crazy, this is several times worse.
Hardcore pop stans will still check for her, but after the morning news tomorrow, she can kiss the GP goodbye. Permanently.
girl WHAT are you talking about someone PUKED on her ONSTAGE and she PLANNED this. WEARING MEAT IS NOT ON THA SAME LEVEL
Is it really puke? The artist starves haself for days, so she regurgitates nothing but the coloured milk. And like I've already mentioned, Gaga has done it before. It's not entirely that surprising.
Will the public even care that much? Sure she will get a few articles, but I feel like people have already disregarded Gaga to a point that this won't really change their opinion on her.
Leona Lewis
Banned
One of Hydrangea Bankrupt's early victims, Chrysanthemum Alien, still mutters in hushed tones and with a grave sincerity about her traumatic experience.
"lagjakeakwqlefscdajkneadm," one translation reads.
------
When she wasn't recording, Hydrangea Bankrupt occupied her time on Twitter, attempting fruitlessly to bait out the mysterious saboteur via angry, incoherent, and likely syphilitis-triggered outbursts.
After endless failed efforts, however, she realized that she needed to try something new, something bold. And suddenly, an incredible epiphany forty years in the making descended from the heavens, a realization more beautiful and striking to Hydrangea Bankrupt than the collective mass of Goddess Remy Human Hair required for her weave.
"CAMERA!"
Hydrangea never even considered that cameras can do more than just film masturbation how-to videos!
So off she went, Chips-deep in another soon-to-be-erased grind of recording and mastering. It was a night like any other: she exported her Fruity Loops work session, removed her reptilian contact lens, and called someone a faggot on Twitter. Her usual routine, with one exception: the installation of a hidden camera placed artfully inside her deep crevasses modern anatomy textbooks generously call nostrils.
Hydrangea Bankrupt slept easily, her first restful slumber since her negative pregnancy test at the age of 12. For she knew that the next morning, she would finally unmask the mysterious figure who had viciously stalled her once meteoric rise to the top of the rap game.
The sun arose.
Hydrangea scurried to her laptop, plugged in the SD card, and pressed play.
Hours passed, and not a single intruder caught. Hydrangea was losing all hope, resigning herself to a future of scantily-clad covers on VIBE Magazine and mid-sized music festivals in the UK.
"What have I done to deserve this?" she lamented.
But then, with a gasp that nearly awoke both global superstar Paris Jackson and her aunt's recently deceased corpse, Hydrangea saw a shadowy figure creeping in the corner of the frame. She was about to catch the slimy saboteur in the act!
As the figure approached the defenseless laptop, its physical characteristics came into clearer focus: faint blurs transformed into defined curves, vague tresses into a readily identifiable Motown Tress wig.
What Hydrangea saw next was so shocking that not even her infamously well-worn larynx and trachea could produce a single sound.
Of course. It was her all along. Now it was time to skin the bitch.
------
"Start talking, cunt."
Onika Tanya Maraj was barely conscious, and could not even tell where she was when she felt yet another fist full of delayed, postponed, and reshuffled fury strike her face.
"I SAID START TALKING!" Hydrangea commanded.
Onika Tanya Maraj quickly realized the dire situation she found herself in, and had no choice but to reveal the truth.
"It wasn't me!" she pleaded.
"How wasn't it you, cunt?" an enraged Hydrangea snapped, playing the surveillance footage that caught Onika Tanya Maraj red-handed.
"I mean...I was sent by..." Onika Tanya Maraj continued.
"By who?"
"It was...he was..."
"Who was it!?"
Onika Tanya Marie's lips quivered for a moment.
"WHO, CUNT!?"
"lagjakeakwqlefscdajkneadm," one translation reads.
------
When she wasn't recording, Hydrangea Bankrupt occupied her time on Twitter, attempting fruitlessly to bait out the mysterious saboteur via angry, incoherent, and likely syphilitis-triggered outbursts.
After endless failed efforts, however, she realized that she needed to try something new, something bold. And suddenly, an incredible epiphany forty years in the making descended from the heavens, a realization more beautiful and striking to Hydrangea Bankrupt than the collective mass of Goddess Remy Human Hair required for her weave.
"CAMERA!"
Hydrangea never even considered that cameras can do more than just film masturbation how-to videos!
So off she went, Chips-deep in another soon-to-be-erased grind of recording and mastering. It was a night like any other: she exported her Fruity Loops work session, removed her reptilian contact lens, and called someone a faggot on Twitter. Her usual routine, with one exception: the installation of a hidden camera placed artfully inside her deep crevasses modern anatomy textbooks generously call nostrils.
Hydrangea Bankrupt slept easily, her first restful slumber since her negative pregnancy test at the age of 12. For she knew that the next morning, she would finally unmask the mysterious figure who had viciously stalled her once meteoric rise to the top of the rap game.
The sun arose.
Hydrangea scurried to her laptop, plugged in the SD card, and pressed play.
Hours passed, and not a single intruder caught. Hydrangea was losing all hope, resigning herself to a future of scantily-clad covers on VIBE Magazine and mid-sized music festivals in the UK.
"What have I done to deserve this?" she lamented.
But then, with a gasp that nearly awoke both global superstar Paris Jackson and her aunt's recently deceased corpse, Hydrangea saw a shadowy figure creeping in the corner of the frame. She was about to catch the slimy saboteur in the act!
As the figure approached the defenseless laptop, its physical characteristics came into clearer focus: faint blurs transformed into defined curves, vague tresses into a readily identifiable Motown Tress wig.
What Hydrangea saw next was so shocking that not even her infamously well-worn larynx and trachea could produce a single sound.
Of course. It was her all along. Now it was time to skin the bitch.
------
"Start talking, cunt."
Onika Tanya Maraj was barely conscious, and could not even tell where she was when she felt yet another fist full of delayed, postponed, and reshuffled fury strike her face.
"I SAID START TALKING!" Hydrangea commanded.
Onika Tanya Maraj quickly realized the dire situation she found herself in, and had no choice but to reveal the truth.
"It wasn't me!" she pleaded.
"How wasn't it you, cunt?" an enraged Hydrangea snapped, playing the surveillance footage that caught Onika Tanya Maraj red-handed.
"I mean...I was sent by..." Onika Tanya Maraj continued.
"By who?"
"It was...he was..."
"Who was it!?"
Onika Tanya Marie's lips quivered for a moment.
"WHO, CUNT!?"
If the public doesn't care then why would she be wasting her time with it?
Ollie Pooch
In a perfect world, we'd all be homersexual
Well that and the GP would probably find it hard to relate to someone who was clearly drug-fucked, self pitying and frankly a bit of a downer the whole show.
It's amazing how quickly she's descended from what made her famous in the first place - she better have something big up her sleeve in the coming months if she wants to actually sell tickets for her tour. At this point I certainly wouldn't expect a good or professional show. She was even talking at one point about how famous she 'was' as if she's thrown in the towel on that altogether. Surprising given her thirst over the last few years...
Professor Beef
Banned
*sigh*
Why can't Gaga just promote her music instead of doing some weird shit?
Why can't Gaga just promote her music instead of doing some weird shit?
I've come to learn that Gaga honestly doesn't give a shit about her success. She said it before but I've seen it in her now. She may of cared about Applause, but after the initial flops, she is more just doing what she wants to do. These kind of performances are what Gaga does, it's what she has been doing since her career begun; to an extent. It's her shtick and obviously ya'll still revel in it.
Of course the public will "care", I just don't think it will be to the extent Roy is saying. Gaga isn't stupid, she knows there will be negative reactions. She is ready for the lashes, or else she wouldn't be doing this. Perra can continue to hop around in Party City Egyptian outfits - you have to admire a popstar who has balls.
She is promoting her music. How else can she sell a bad album?
Booty Patrol
Banned
One of Hydrangea Bankrupt's early victims, Chrysanthemum Alien, still mutters in hushed tones and with a grave sincerity about her traumatic experience.
"lagjakeakwqlefscdajkneadm," one translation reads.
------
When she wasn't recording, Hydrangea Bankrupt occupied her time on Twitter, attempting fruitlessly to bait out the mysterious saboteur via angry, incoherent, and likely syphilitis-triggered outbursts.
After endless failed efforts, however, she realized that she needed to try something new, something bold. And suddenly, an incredible epiphany forty years in the making descended from the heavens, a realization more beautiful and striking to Hydrangea Bankrupt than the collective mass of Goddess Remy Human Hair required for her weave.
"CAMERA!"
Hydrangea never even considered that cameras can do more than just film masturbation how-to videos!
So off she went, Chips-deep in another soon-to-be-erased grind of recording and mastering. It was a night like any other: she exported her Fruity Loops work session, removed her reptilian contact lens, and called someone a faggot on Twitter. Her usual routine, with one exception: the installation of a hidden camera placed artfully inside her deep crevasses modern anatomy textbooks generously call nostrils.
Hydrangea Bankrupt slept easily, her first restful slumber since her negative pregnancy test at the age of 12. For she knew that the next morning, she would finally unmask the mysterious figure who had viciously stalled her once meteoric rise to the top of the rap game.
The sun arose.
Hydrangea scurried to her laptop, plugged in the SD card, and pressed play.
Hours passed, and not a single intruder caught. Hydrangea was losing all hope, resigning herself to a future of scantily-clad covers on VIBE Magazine and mid-sized music festivals in the UK.
"What have I done to deserve this?" she lamented.
But then, with a gasp that nearly awoke both global superstar Paris Jackson and her aunt's recently deceased corpse, Hydrangea saw a shadowy figure creeping in the corner of the frame. She was about to catch the slimy saboteur in the act!
As the figure approached the defenseless laptop, its physical characteristics came into clearer focus: faint blurs transformed into defined curves, vague tresses into a readily identifiable Motown Tress wig.
What Hydrangea saw next was so shocking that not even her infamously well-worn larynx and trachea could produce a single sound.
Of course. It was her all along. Now it was time to skin the bitch.
------
"Start talking, cunt."
Onika Tanya Maraj was barely conscious, and could not even tell where she was when she felt yet another fist full of delayed, postponed, and reshuffled fury strike her face.
"I SAID START TALKING!" Hydrangea commanded.
Onika Tanya Maraj quickly realized the dire situation she found herself in, and had no choice but to reveal the truth.
"It wasn't me!" she pleaded.
"How wasn't it you, cunt?" an enraged Hydrangea snapped, playing the surveillance footage that caught Onika Tanya Maraj red-handed.
"I mean...I was sent by..." Onika Tanya Maraj continued.
"By who?"
"It was...he was..."
"Who was it!?"
Onika Tanya Marie's lips quivered for a moment.
"WHO, CUNT!?"
girl.
Devolution
Member
How do you feel about the last couple popgaf OTs?
Vomit
Vomit
I mean, this is taking it to a new level tho.
The meat dress was a major moment...but most people weren't even sure if that was real meat she was wearing. People still aren't sure.
There will be no mistaking this.
File me in the group that wishes Gaga would go back to letting her talent define her. She can keep this shit.
Crumpet Trumpet
Banned
this video versus her performance tonight perfectly explains her downward spiral.
"glory days"
"artpop"
1. go back to being aloof and playing it straight when all this bonkers shit is happening around you.
2. pretend you never targeted this particular subset of fans and go back to being a popstar-- make music for everybody. even on the off chance that you mean well, we have macklemore now.
Ollie Pooch
In a perfect world, we'd all be homersexual
All that Lady Gaga has shown recently is the importance of having good management.
Cosmic Bus
pristine morning snow
Is there anywhere to currently watch the trainwreck of the year? The Fuse link doesn't have any video to watch now.
is this supposed to be a good thing. d
No, but people going ape while still praising TFM need to take a seat.
Booty Patrol
Banned
How is doing it on some video interlude the same as doing it live?
Ollie Pooch
In a perfect world, we'd all be homersexual
Does that girl seriously get by on that same schtick for all this time? (The vomiting 'art' thing)
There isn't a difference, just one is more exposed. She honestly could of done it live in TMB with that interlude in the background and there wouldn't be the reaction there is now. Perception of her is just different nowadays.
Devolution
Member
Stefan;104311452 said:So she performed Swine, J&D, and DOPE, but couldn't be bothered to include GUY or SD?
Swine is fine.
The other two are why the dancer barfed on Gaga.
WhereAreMahDragonz
Banned
It's obvious that Gaga has a problem and I just hope that she gets better. Barfing aside, that was a bizzare set.
My favorite part?
"It's about the music guys!!! Just live in the moment and enjoy the music!!!!!!"
**Proceeds to forget to sing half of the lyrics of all the songs and gets barfed on.**
doctorcdcs
Member
girl WHAT are you talking about someone PUKED on her ONSTAGE and she PLANNED this. WEARING MEAT IS NOT ON THA SAME LEVEL
well... uh... that's my cue to leave. g'nite all!
Professor Beef
Banned
Not pressed at all, especially since there's only one match on the card that has any reasonable chance of being good.
Supermanisdead
Member
1000 dollars on gaga tickets, rofl. why not just buy 2 xbones. its basically the same thing.
Nemesis_
Member
Aren't you a STEEL DIVER stan
And_Gignac
Member
Gaga is really desperate for regaining the attention she so dearly craves.
tali'zorah84
Member
why the living, breathing, argan oil moisturised fuck would you want TWO xbox ones let alone one
boop
I hope that price includes M&Gs before and after the show, cause some of our faves does them for free at all of their shows.
Supermanisdead
Member
if lady gaga embraced the free to play model, she wouldn't be struggling so much
Well she embraced the 99c model and still gets dragged for it so
Sis, were you asleep during Gaga murdering her career?
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