“Miss GaGa, wake up, you’ve got an album to promote.”
“Oh shit! Think, think.” *takes off pants, runs out door*
“Miss GaGa, wake up, you’ve got an album to promote.”
“Oh shit! Think, think.” *smears lipstick all over face, runs out door*
“Ms. GaGa, wake up, you’ve got an album to promote.”
“Oh shit! Think, think.” *staples aborted fetus to chest, runs out door*
(Where would she get an aborted fetus from? The Illuminati. Duh.)
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