Why dont you come hang out with hubby and I in the balcony before we go backstage?
We have comped drinks and extra VIP passes just like last night.
Because I'd rather drive home and go to sleep.
Sooooo, having a little claustrophobia now. Must. Power. Through.
Her hubby is her hand she jacks her huge cock off with, I wouldn't read too much into it
It's almost as though you don't actually give a f*** about Morrissey, only yourself, given that he's about to go on stage in minutes and yet you're standing there having this idiotic conversation on your phone instead of enjoying the anticipation and focusing on why you're there.
I'm distracting myself from having a panic attack. My friend just brought water and m&ms. Doing better.