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Be careful what you say on Twitter. Courtney Love just made history with a lawsuit brought against her for insults she made on Twitter. Courtney chose to settle the dispute and it cost her $430,000 in payments spread over four years. The battle started with Courtney NOT paying for $4000 worth of clothing she purchased from NY designer Dawn Simorangkir. (Courtney is in the habit of stiffing designers and stylists.) The designer demanded her money and Courtney tweeted a tirade of insults, describing Dawn with words such as “asswipe, nasty lying hosebag and thief.” The designer’s defamation suit resulted in the hefty settlement that might instill caution in all of us.
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I don’t think anybody ever accused Courtney of being smart…..raunchy maybe, but not smart.
Karma has a way of rearing it’s head every once in awhile. Way to go Karma, on this one!!!
….hardening of the arteries.
NOW WHAT?
She looks simply ravishing in this photo.
Mink!. MINK!!
Nice shoes, smart dress, makeup is good, hair and her colour, great.
“Hosebag.” Who says that anymore? Asswipe.?! Old school mean mouthin.
And since she blatantly ripped off Joan Jett’s Fetish sound with her last album. No respect.
But nice MINK!!
Bitch.
yeah good luck getting that money paid out!
First rule of show bizness was broken; do not insult the costume lady. She will fuck you up!
“…that might instill caution in all of us”?
What an interesting conclusion you drew from this case. People who live honestly and respectfully (you know, like human beings) have nothing to be concerned about.
She ‘looks’ good in this photo, but you know she’s a mess and a ticking time bomb, and we wouldn’t be reading about her today if it hadn’t been for Kurt.
Janet, the title of this post incorrectly presumes that Courtney actually thinks about anything.
Yep, she should be sentenced to being locked up with Joan Jett and her strap on for about a week!
So, she had to pay the big bucks for the defamation, but did she also have to pay from the clothes she got from the designer? That would be nice, wouldn’t it?
Oh, and if people can sue for defamation, Patty-Boy owes me a few quarters and nickles. Right, Patty-Boy? You like to regularly say all KINDS of nasty things about me now, don’t you? Nasty little ass-picker.
I wonder if the whole back of her mink is dripping with red paint and she doesn’t even KNOW it? Doesn’t that chick behind her look like a pissed off PETA soldier?
(And oh, by the way, that Courtney sure has some giant elephant ears. Reminds me of the ones on old Kirk Douglas at the Oscars the other night. You know, when they get that old, and their ears are just the only thing on their body that is HUGE?! (I used to work in rest homes, believe me)!
Hey Reta, funny you should mention the ears. I have heard others comment that ears and noses parts of the body that keep growing your whole life!?
Cal, yes, that is true. It’s medically unexplained, but true that the nose and ears continue to grow right up until death. There is a myth that the fingernails and hair continue to grow AFTER death, but it isn’t true. It came about by the dead that were dug up not too much later and found to have whiskers and longer looking nails. it was really due to the boy losing water and shrinking away from the nails and whiskers. Sort of a Parlor Trick of nature, huh?
REta. Are you insinuating that certain female parts grow right up until death? Meaning your vagina is now akin to Carlsbad cavern? Dusty, cold and HUGE?
And about that defamation thing{sound of a beer cracking, glug, glug, glug.} Nutscratch. Yawn.
But seriously Reta, I am glad you and I do have that natural, good natured, kiddin around thing goin on. It’s a harmless sort of nice young guy/dirty old lady kind of rumble.
Incidentally. March 9, 1961.
Heavy sigh.
^^^Patrick, should we infer that you are about to hit the big 5-0?
If so, you’re in very good company—and congrats in advance! 🙂
Thank you very much Monah.
Reta I want a big, sloppy, wet one from you!
First of all Patrick, you’d be a very lucky patty-boy to find out how wonderfully NOT large and cavernous, let alone dusty, my natural snatch is. I won’t bore you bragging about the details, but have had a younger, husband, and then fabulous lover after THAT (11 years) was over. Don’t worry bout ME baby, I have never had any complaints, and my boyfriend calls me “platinum.” Believe it or don’t, I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to tear the info apart in your usual geekish way.
Oh, and Happy Patty-Boy to you, I hate to find out I have to share MY month with one so uncouth. But, then, I’ve owned it longer than you, so It’s mine until I pass it over to you in my will, if I bother to remember you that is. I might leave you my floppy, dried out hand-warmer too, if you’re lucky. You can use it to make a silicone mold to beat off with in real life so you won’t be so lonely in front of your computer.
Oh, and I’ve got 8+ years on you big boy and you couldn’t possibly keep up with me. Back problem or no.
CL has great-looking legs.
Reta you are familiar with Rescue dogs and cats of California of course. Would you be agreeable to allowing the organization to house some of the cats in your massive vagina while waiting for suitable new owners?
Here kitty kitty. Meow.
Reta I have just been in touch with Sierra search and rescue. They are reporting three hikers have not been seen in over a week in the mountains! I have directed search and rescue to do a detailed search for them in your massive vagina. Should be a knock at the door any minute.
Reta when you do a swan dive off of the high tower at your neighbourhood swimming pool do your vag lips trail behind you like a failed parachute on the way down?
And does this frighten the little children at the pool to tears?
Reta when you are picnicking out in the woods do bears try to hibernate in your vagina?
Reta I’ve just been in touch with Astrophysicists at Loma Linda! They have discovered a new black in the Spiral Galaxy. They would like to have your permission to name it “Black Hole Massive Vagina Reta.”
Lucky!!
Reta I’ve just been on the phone with the handlers at Sealand. They need a holding area to keep Shamu in while repairs are affected to his tank. You know where I’m going with this don’t you….
Happy Birthday, Patrick!
In lieu of a “big, sloppy, wet one,” might we offer instead:
Fifty open-handed whacks skillfully applied to your bare, over-the-knee bum, topped off by a lubed finger bang with (very) happy ending?
Or we could always bake you a nice cake. 😉
A cake would be nice thank you very much indeed.
But “you” know me, I’ll take the whacks.
I’ve noticed you before and thought you were familiar.
You Rawk. Cheers.
Loved the D. Davies. wow.
YES, Patty-Boy, we could all get together and bake you in a lovely cake!
Sorry, but on the numerous vagina jokes, you have me wrong once more dear friend. It would make a very lovely birthday or anytime gift to one lucky man, but oh…hahahahahaha….I HAVE one and HE thinks it’s made of platinum because it’s the “Best.” I won’t argue with him. I KNOW he’s right!
Halloo, there—fellow Patrick!
Would you, perchance, be planning on a ceremonial wearing of the kilt for your upcoming landmark birthday, dear lad?
As a proud kilted member of the Campbell Clan and a Nova Scotia native myself, I can attest that the prospect of prime Baby Boomer sizemeat adorned in tartan wool will cause the legendary mussy of my lovely spouse to Snap! Crackle! and Pop! louder than the product testing wing of a Rice Krispies factory!
Therefore, would you be up for a little birthday celebratory tag-team event that we like to call the “Highland Games?”
As Mamma always says (and Daddy heartily agrees), “One is fine, but two is divine!”
Anyway, Happy Birthday!
(And to our “Platinum Card” members: Much Respect!)
Dear Mr. Campbell.
I am genuinely appreciative of your very gracious display of affection. Thank you and yours.
Back in the old days in the Highland country there was a two hundred year old land dispute between the Campbells and the Macgregor Clans. A Campbell was on his way one night to kill The Macgregor. My ancestor ran through the night to warn The Macgregor of his imminent assasination by a Campbell. For saving The Macgregor, The Crowes were allowed in all perpetuity to wear The Macgregor tartan in appreciation for saving The Macgregor from the Campbells.
respect back at ya, Patrick Crowe.