Takeaways from latest singin' sow's pack of media diarrhea ... "If I were a dude. I'd just stroll in with my hat, somebody would powder me and then I'd go on stage. Being a girl, it's two hours in wardrobe and make-up. It takes Harry Potter magic to make this happen." Heifer, please.  I know plenty of human female artists and performers and it usually doesn't take them 2 hours to get ready unless they're actually drag queens or it's a  period-holiday outfit/costume/are playing an alien stripper.  But to just come out onstage and sing,  one hour tops.  However it takes YOU at least 2 fucking hours to wrangle your ham hocks into anything cut for some resemblance of a waistline, massive spackle and contouring to "thin" your fat face, and conceal your greasy, beetus-blemished complexion. "Too skinny, too fat, too blonde -- so much blah. This is who I am and I'm happy. Happy looks different on everyone."  So  "happiness" means that sweet, sweet beetus high and that oral-cramming fix from choking down fried shit 24-7 into your distended gut. I love that people come up to me and say: 'Because you are comfortable in your skin, you have made me more comfortable in mine.' That’s the best compliment ever." Awwww, isn't that wonderful?  That's why the fatfuck majority is no longer even pretending to lose weight, because they feel so comfy in their gluttony, as they reereeree for tax-subsidized beetus meds & take sick days on the backs of their skinny-bitch co-workers, and get injured doing normal human shit & squeal like stuck pigs about it on the highway to "muh disability" land.   Thanks a bunch, heifer. Source: http://archive.is/TTBMN