COURTNEY LOVE IS...*

...the smell of your paramour in your vomit-and-urine soaked babydoll dresses.

...buy one, get one free collagen injections.

...sharing your smack with the fetus.

...a macabre and ever-changing marvel of modern pathology.

...increasingly irrelevent.

...that itching, burning sensation.

...a train wreck, to a degree that stretches the bounds of the metaphor itself. Like if the train in question were carrying h-bombs. And crashed into Chernobyl. On "orphan day."

...never having to admit you killed your husband.

*inspired by "Get Fuzzy."