Boot Clarkson

Now I wanna know
Now I wanna know why
You never look me in the face
Broke a confidence just to please your ego
Should've realised you know what I know

I know where you go everybody you know
I know everything that you do or say
So when you tell lies I always be in your way
Cause you're a Liar!
--Sex Pistols

Some jokers are worrying about Gomery spouting off, while overlooking the fact that they themselves looked the other way for, enabled and defended thieves and liars. You know what who I'm talking about.

The person whose head should be on the block is our own Antoinette: Adrienne!....Oh, Adrienne!.... Can you believe this shit?

At the moment tributes and tears were flowing in Edmonton in an extraordinary outpouring of public affection for Hole, Clarkson was in Paris, on the 10th day of a European holiday with her husband, John Ralston Saul.

Dear Adrienne: You're a bad joke and your bitch's, er, "significant other's" books suck. You desperately need a boot in the ass, and you definitely should be entered into a UFC fight against Deb Grey.... "Let Clarkson eat fist".

When I get mad
And I get pissed
(S***list!)
I grab my pen
And write out a list
(S***list!)
Of all you assholes
Who won't be missed
(S***list!)
You've made my shitlist!
--L7