Fugger: Lady Gaga

Just Fug!

This must be Lady Gaga’s current favorite bra. We’ve all got one. I mean, mine is from Target and I try not to wear it as outerwear, but there’s something to be said for, uh, lingerie loyalty? (Seriously, Target bras are secretly kinda good.) That being said, I feel like I just saw an episode of Project Runway wherein Zac Posen wisely pointed out that turning a racer-back into a racer-front is rarely a good idea. No matter HOW much you love that bra:

On the other hand, I actually think she looks great without all the wigs and headdresses and eye-patches and glitter and faux bone spurs and all that other crap she’s usually wearing. Like, I’m not wild about your outfit, Gaga, but I do like seeing your face.

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Little Fugsters

If I may borrow from Poltergeist II trailer:

They’re ba-aaaack.

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Fug the Concert: Lady Gaga

Because on Inauguration Day, nothing says HOORAY FOR DEMOCRACY like Lady Gaga a) spanking someone while wielding (and possibly desecrating) a flag, and b) EMERGING FROM AN INFLATABLE VAGINA.

It’s not a GOOD inflatable vagina — can you believe we live in a world where the quality of one’s blow-up bits is analyzed? –but it’s there, and you may want to skip to slide three if you don’t want to know and/or you’re at work.

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Fugs and Fab-Adjecent: Lady Gaga

Weirdly, some of this works for me. Not as well as it worked for Liz Hurley, though.


Lady Fuga

Coming this fall on Downton Gaga:

I can’t wait for when the Dowager Countess of Grantham gets a load of this with those shoes. The scandal! The tea sandwiches and cocked eyebrows will FLY.

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Fugtle Monsters

It seems Lady Gaga, who considers herself such a pioneer, has decided to come out with her own perfume — thus following in the illustrious footsteps of forebears like Hilary Duff, Avril Lavigne, and Carmen Electra. Supposedly her own blood was used for part of it, she wanted it to smell “slutty,” and the ingredient list is: “tears of belladonna, crushed heart of tiger orchidea with a black veil of incense, pulverized apricot and the combinative essences of saffron and honey drops.” I had read somewhere ELSE, or so I thought, that she wanted it to have a whiff of semen about it. But I can’t find that, so let’s just pretend it never happened.

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