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Tag: Lady Gaga

Technically, She Does Outrank Them

“Hey, Dubbs.”

“Yeah, BO?”

“Don’t call me that. Your dad okay?”

“Honestly? Not in the slightest. It’s pretty much a Weekend at Bernie’s-type situation now.”

“He’s, uhhhh, a great American. Fought for his country in the war. A lifetime of public service. A great man.”

“Yeah, I love my dad.”

“Can he, uhhhh, hear us?”

“His hearing comes and goes. Lemme see. DADDY! DADDY!”

“Nope, nothin’.”

“Pity. Rather talk to him than Preachasaurus over here.”

“We should stop invitin’ Carter to these things, man. Brings the whole ambulance of the room down.”

“The what?”

“You know: how everything’s feeling. The mood. The ambulance.”

“Never change, Dubbs.”

“Know what I just noticed, Barry?”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“Look at all o’ us sittin’ here. Straight backs. Smilin’. You imagine if You-Know-Who was here?”

“Yup. Man sits like he’s a gargoyle taking a shit.”

“It’s the posture I picture Elvis assuming in the hours before he checked into the Heartbreak Hotel. Readin’ one o’ his astrology books.”

“Sure, sure. I see him as the Elephant Man trying to blow himself.”

“No, they fired the guy who was tryin’ to do that.”

EX-PRESIDENTS LAUGHING BIPARTISONLY NOISE

“Seriously, Dubbs, what the hell are we gonna do?”

“I gave a hard-hitting speech the other day.”

“Heard that. Very good. Direct. Sober. To the point without being personal. Quality speech.”

“You think it’ll help?”

“Nope.”

“Dang. What if I get on Twitter? Roast him up a l’il bit?”

“Jesus, Dubbs, we’re trying to save the country from chaos and embarrassment. How does an ex-president and the current president getting into a Twitter beef help in any way?”

“Memes.”

‘What?”

“I’m gonna memes him. Memes the crap out o’ him. He’s gonna see my memes and be like, ‘Whaaaa?’ an’ then I’m jus’ gonna throw more memes at him.”

“Dubbs?”

“Bobo?”

“Holy shit, do not call me that. What is a meme?”

“Memes. Ends in a ‘S.'”

“You have no idea what memes are, do you?”

“Is it an acronym?”

“Hey! You boys talkin’ pussy over there?”

“No, Bill.”

“No, Bill.”

“Okay. Tell me when that’s the topic.”

“Sure, Bill.”

“Sure, Bill.”

“That, uhhh, man has run out of fucks.”

“Hillary losin’ the election freed him. He’s more viagra than president now. You hear about the fuck-planes?”

“Yup. And the fuck-boats.”

“Uh-huh. You name the terrain, Billy’s fuckin’ on it. I heard he’s gettin’ hisself a fuck-snowcat.”

“Like one of those research vehicles with treads that they use in Antartica?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Why?”

“Wants to fuck in it.”

“He’s enjoying his golden years.”

“Different strokes f’r different folks. I like painting. He likes fuck-planes.”

“God bless America.”

“You said it.”

“So, listen: I love Lady Gaga an’ all, but–”

“She won’t return my calls.”

“–we couldn’t get Beyoncé?”

“Leave it alone, man.”

“Gotcha, hoss.”

That’s No Lady, That’s My Gaga

“You ever meet Lady Gogo?”

“Gaga, Bob.”

“Goo goo, Trot. Anyway, she’s a little bitty thing. Might be an elf.”

“I don’t think Lady Gaga’s an elf. She’s from New Jersey.”

“Ah, well, yeah. That’s where the elf community settled after the war. Mostly around Teaneck.”

“How about that.”

“But, you know, I don’t judge.”

“You’re not bigoted against elves?”

“Nope. Good folks. Now, pixies can go fuck ’emselves.”

“Bob, do you know the words to this song?”

“About as well as you know the chords.”

“Great.”

Fire Wardrobe

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CELL PHONE NOISE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“What?”

“Please hold for the President.”

“Oh, what now? An hour, please. Just an hour. Give me one hour without your hectoring, haranguing, holier-than thou tone.”

“You forgot ‘haughty.’Where are ya, Hillary?

“Plane back to New York with Bill.”

“Philly, huh?”

“It was great. Thank you, Mr. President. Such a high note to end the campaign on.”

“Ah! Funny you should use those words. You got the teevee on, Hill?”

“My eyes hurt.”

“My head hurts. Turn on CNN.”

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“You gotta be shitting me.”

“What the fuck, Hillary? Just, just: what the fuck? I am an educated and eloquent man, dammit, and all I have left for you is ‘what the fuck?’ You have reduced me, Hillary, you decade-long albatross around my neck.”

“Why is she a Nazi?”

“Good question! That is a good fucking question, Hill! Why is Lady Gaga dressed as a Nazi?”

“Hail Mary appeal to Trump voters?”

“Yeah, jokes. Tell jokes right now. Look at the screen again.”

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“Still laughing, Hillary?”

“Goddammit. ”

“The only way this could be worse is if ‘stronger’ were in German. And who chose that shade of blue? Jesus, I have to do everything.”

“Hill, why is Madonna dressed like a Nazi?”

“Read your book, Bill. Mr President, I’ll make a call.”

“No, no. I’ll do it. If you handle it, she’s liable to wind up wearing something worse.”

“What’s worse than a Nazi uniform?”

“If anyone could figure it out, it’s you. I’ll take care of–”

A BALALAIKA RINGING OUT

“Hill, I’ll call you back. Y’know what? I’ll won’t return this call, but we’ll pick it up when I call you for the next disaster in an hour.”

“Looking forward to it, Mr. Presi–”

DIAL TONE NOISE EVEN THOUGH PHONES DO NOT DO THAT ANY MORE

“How’d you get in here?”

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“I am Russian bear. Bear is very sneaky.”

“No, it’s not. Bears make a ton of noise.”

“Maybe obnoxious Yankee bear. Russian bear silent.”

“Nonsense. Wanna know what’s silent? Eagle. No sound at all.”

“No. You are thinking of owl.”

“Vladimir, I don’t have time to argue about the relative volume of woodland creatures. I’ve got an election to take care of.”

“Da. Me, too.”

“I’m gonna quote from a great American right now, and say that if I see you peek your little head up over there in the fucking slightest today, then we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Maybe we already have problem.”

“You’re the one with the problem.”

“No problem. You are problem.”

“Everyone needs to stop it with that bit. Listen, gulag-face: keep your greasy Cossack mitts out of the election. Last warning.”

“What in it for me?”

“What?”

“Make me offer.”

“The United States does not negotiate with terrorists.”

Hamilton tickets.”

“Done.”

Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves

CELL PHONE NOISE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“This is Gaga.”

“Where are you?”

“Katydoodle?”

“Why does everyone call me that?”

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“Because you’re powerful, but fun. The Lady Gaga believes in you, Katy, and she’s on her way.”

“You’re still at the supermarket reading the same magazine! No one is helping me, and if you’re going to be as crazy as the rest of them, then I don’t need your help.”

“No, Katy. Gaga will help. Gaga is coming.”

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“Gaga is here.”

“Wow.”

“I told you I knew a shortcut.”

“Still.”

“How are you, Katy? Tell Gaga everything, so a plan may be formulated, and a design language created, and a look book assembled, and Swedish producers hired, and clothes made.”

“Can I be honest?”

“You must! Otherwise, Gaga will sense it, and grow displeased.”

“Um, you know I’m an Ancient Egyptian god, right?”

“I am Gaga.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay, so: things are not good.”

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“I’m just having a rough time here, Gaga!”

“You have been left alone.”

“Yes.”

“By men.”

“Yes!”

“To clean up problems caused by men.”

“YES!”

“There is only one solution, Katydoodle–”

“You can totally call me that.”

“–and it is this: we must assemble the Divas.”

“Oohhhhh. I don’t know about that. It always ends up causing more destruction than it was supposed to stop. Divas are like wolverines, Gaga. One at a time.”

“Katy, listen to Gaga. What is happening right now in the King Tut suite? As we speak?”

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“YOU STEP INSIDE MAH DOJO, YOU STEP INSIDE A WORLD OF PAIN!”

“This not your dojo, hillbilly! It my hotel room!”

“Well, Katy?”

“Nothing productive is happening in the King Tut suite. Also–”

“The nuke is missing.”

“–the nuke is missing.”

“And who has absconded with the nuclear device?”

“I have no idea, but Doctor Gary stole it.”

“And who caused this entire problem in the first place by luring Kim Jong-Un to Las Vegas and flaking?”

“John Mayer.”

“Gaga, too, likes them tall and douchey, Katy. But you have let these men run rampant over your power, and all the magic here is very penis-based. It needs to be counteracted with feminine wiles.”

“Ooh, battle of the sexes.”

“Genders, Katy. Get woke.”

“Sorry, Gaga.”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“I wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“Katy, where exactly are we?”

“Don’t worry about it. Yes?”

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“Miss Katy, I’m C. Mickodemus Hart and my army has rode in from Manassas to assist you in putting down the Coolie rebellion.”

DOOR SLAMMING NOISE

“You’re right, Gaga. We need women.”

“Girl power, motherfucker.”

“Assemble the Divas!”

You’ve Yet To Have Your Finest Hour

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Oh, goddammit.

“ONCE AGAIN, AH HAVE SNATCHED FUN FROM THE JAWS OF A KIDNAPPIN’!”

“This my guy. Right here? Is my guy.”

Why do parties keep breaking out during hostage situations?

“WHY DO HOSTAGE SITUATIONS KEEP HAPPENIN’ DURING PARTIES? THAT KATANA DONE CUTS BOTH WAYS.”

It doesn’t.

” A KATANA IS AN CHINESE SWORD FOR DOIN’ KARATE WITH.”

It’s not.

“He right. It not.”

Don’t help, you. Elvis? Where’s the nuke?

“FINE.”

“Is cool.”

Oh, God.

“NO WORRIES ‘BOUT NOTHIN’.”

“Is all good in hood.”

Did Doctor Gary–

“DOCTOR GARY DONE STOLE THE NUKE.”

–steal the…FUCK! How!?

“IT’S A PARTY, MAN. STUFF GOES MISSIN’!”

Records! Silverware! Knick-knacks! Not fission devices!

“Had party once. Picture go missing. Had guests strip-searched, found picture. Execute. Make party continue, make guests dance.  Later execute thief family.”

“THASS A FUCKED-UP STORY, UNAGI.”

Don’t give him a nickname. Where is Doctor Gary and the nuke, Elvis?

“AH DUNNO.”

“Got me.”

“NOT FAR, THOUGH.”

Excuse me if “not far” doesn’t make me feel better right now. Just to make clear: the nuclear weapon Kim Jong-Un brought with him to the King Tut suite of the Luxor hotel is now in the possession of a treasonous Nobel Laureate wanted in several states for bigamy? And–AND–we do not know where said possession is taking place?

“SOUNDS ‘BOUT RIGHT!”

“Good exposition.”

You’re both idiots. Wait there.

Katy?

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Oh, you look just as insane as those two.

“Casino ownership is not for everyone.”

Oh, no. No. You promised you wouldn’t–

“I’ve started peeing in jars.”

–start peeing in jars. Dammit, Katy: I don’t wanna do the Howard Hughes bit.

“The stress is not good. Just the signatures! Do you know how many things a casino owner has to sign every day?”

Many?

“More than that.”

Too many?

“That many, yes. I hired someone for a couple days to sign everything, but then I had to have all these long discussions with lawyers. One of them was cute.”

Katy, have you given up?

“Not on purpose, but I think I’m having a bit of a breakdown. No one’s helping me! I call John, and call, and he screws around in LA and goes to parties and leaves me here, and all this was his fault! And where’s the new one? In Europe, naked. I’m just guessing, but I’m probably right.”

Sounds right.

“Men. Men started this whole nonsense, and men made it worse, and then men refused to clean up their mess. Men, always men. I’m all alone, and I’m giving up.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Hello.”

“Katy Perry, I heard what you said and you’re right. Women have to stick together, and not expect some prince to come along and us. I’m coming to help you!”

“Who is this?”

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“It is I, the Lady Gaga.”

“OMG! Love you!”

“No, you.”

“Gaga! I own the Luxor Hotel and Kim Jong-Un checked–”

“Stop! The Lady Gaga requires no exposition. I have been briefed.”

“Wow.”

“I am choosing outfits that I will pack into the Gagamobile, so I’m not leaving immediately, but I’m on my way.”

“Gaga, I’m in Vegas. Shouldn’t you fly?”

“I know a shortcut. For I am the Lady Gaga.”

Mickey Hart And A Lady Gaga

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Mickey was doing well, coming off pretty cool, until his lack of current pop knowledge betrayed him and he asked, “And where would Lord Gaga be this evening?”

Bobby called him just to mock him the next day.

(Seriously, though: I’m not cool with the body language in this picture. It looks like Mickey’s meeting Kate Middleton or something.  C’mon, Mickey: she went to Art School.)