No, this is not a picture of Courtney Love assuming the position for a TSA pat down at the airport. It’s Courtney Love once again abusing an innocent chair by posing on top of it with her bare ham hocks out! The rusty wooden barrel that holds memories in Courtney’s brain must have burned down again, because a couple of months ago she kissed goodbye to Twatter after she accidentally singed our retinas when she posted a half-nekkid pictures of herself. And now she’s back to putting her parts on display. Something tells me that the center of your dinner table is going to look just like this at Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. I bet she queefs stale Stove Top.
Okay, I need to stop and you need to see the full version of this mess. Make the sign of the cross before you jump, because CLove is bringing religious ceremony into this. JUMP!
Is Courtney fucking a thurible or is that an anal bead from the Scientology gift shop? I don’t know, but that itch you feel on your retinas is your eyeballs’ way of telling you that you need to marinate your face in a bowl of boiling holy water right now before the dark-sidedness consumes you. Line starts to the left.
Or you can just cleanse yourself by focusing on the graceful goddess of mess Paz de la Huerta.
That made it worse, right? See you in line.