When Courtney Love isn’t spilling her shit all over Twitter, she’s spilling her skid mark stained chonies all over the floor at Heathrow Airport. Apparently, Courtney brought her crazy act to Heathrow when she started throw her panties and bras all over the place while repacking her luggage. Even homeless dudes with shopping carts full of used kitty litter and broken Precious Moments figurines think this bitch is crazy. The New York Post’s Cindy Adams says:
At Heathrow, heading for here, a total meltdown. Sprawled on the floor, packing and repacking her luggage — bras and panties under people’s feet.
And in the crowded hall shrieking . . . shrieking . . . at her assistant: “I told you already to get rid of that f – – – ing Burberry scarf. I’m keeping the Chloe.”
Then, eight hours of performance art in first class, which is always enjoyable to make a flight go faster. Again, screaming into coach where her poor harried assistant sat: “Why are you just sitting there? What are you doing about my Kindle? I need a charger cable for my Kindle.”
Are we sure Courtney even has an assistant? I would’ve be surprised if she was yelling at an imaginary assistant while swatting at the bugs in her hair. Those bugs are trying to dig into her brain so that they can eat her thoughts and run back to her enemies. So I totally understand why she would swat at them.
And if Courtney really does have an assistant I hope for his sake he’s 90% deaf in both ears and knows someone with unlimited amounts of Morphine. Actually, I think I just described Courtney herself.