
Betsy Ross just shuddered in her grave.

And here. It's a terrible inflatable vagina. I am pretty sure someone, somewhere, has a better inflatable vagina, although I don't want to know that person. And what does one DO with an inflatable vagina when this is over? Rent it out for birthday parties, like a grown-up bouncy house?

It makes sense that she emerged in a latex harness. She looks like a broken condom.

One part Storm Trooper, one part Aries. She's a Zodiac nightmare.
Is that her horrible alter-ego? Dear Lord, I hope she killed him off. I don't feel bad wishing for the death of a fake person. But okay, fine, she could just ship him off to the wilds of Antarctica, where he could be PRESUMED dead forever but actually for all we know living in a crudely made igloo and feasting off the land.

This just looks like a self-help seminar on Planet Shoulder Pad.

They may be ahead of us in certain ways, but that planet is WAY WAY behind on orthodontic technology.
Bowie meets hair metal, meets... I don't know, the best country & western act of 1978.

I do appreciate the origami keytar, though.
What I love most is that from this angle she looks like she is WEARING the motorcycle. Maybe she is.

Lady Liberty is like, "Oh, man, I've been THERE after a few shots of turpentine."
Does that thing get DirecTV?

And then, of course, there was a meat couch.

And then there was a replica meat dress, fortunately not made of real meat this time, as far as I can smell. Um, I mean, tell.

And then of course, she put herself in a meat grinder. As you do.

Surprise! She's fine. But as Jessica said, "I'm afraid for what she's going to do when she really, really, REALLY doesn't think she's getting enough attention."
