After reading the article, I had to ask myself, "Would any man...ANYONE ...in their right mind be willing to tap that ugly pile of blubber?".
One name kept coming up again and again...
Can you guess who?
Rantings of a lunatic.
She does have a beautiful voice, though.
My favorite Sinead O’Connor story (actually, the only one I know) involves her visit to the home of Prince to discuss the song “Nothing Compares”. Prince wrote the song, but Sinead’s version became the bigger hit.
For reasons unknown, but probably having something to do with the fact that they are both insufferable divas, Prince and Sinead O’Connor got into an actual fist fight.
While an odd story from Sinead’s perspective, Dave Chappelle Show viewers can attest that it hardly ranks as on the list of interesting Prince stories.
Sounds like a match for AL GORE
“Would any man...ANYONE ...in their right mind be willing to tap that ugly pile of blubber?”
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I thought she ‘played’ for the ‘other team’.
Well, two things, did she invest her money wisely or did the state get it all in taxes AND is there enough Guinness and/or Irish Whiskey to keep one in a perpetual “it is closing time” frame of mind?
Like Joe E Lewis told Jack Lemmon in “Some Like It Hot”, ‘Well, nobody is perfect’.
Sounds like a match for AL GORE
Frank Sinatra: Issue number three: [ points to Sinead ] This bald chick - what's with her head? Let's start with the chick. What gives, cue ball? I'm looking at you, I'm thinking: fourteen in the side pocket!
Sinead O'Connor: I can't believe you're talking about my hair with all the bloody starvation and suffering in the world right now.
Frank Sinatra: Come on! Swing, baby, you're platinum! Billy Idol.
Billy Idol: I think she's really quite attractive.
Frank Sinatra: Check out his papers. Luther Campbell!
Billy Idol: You watch it, mate!
Frank Sinatra: Easy, baby! And what's with the sneering crap? [ Billy sneers ] Don't do that to the people, they want to like you! That's what killed Dennis day - contempt for the audience. Luther Campbell! What about the chick's head?
Luther Campbell: Be honest, I don't care about the head. I like the butt.
Frank Sinatra: I hear you, baby. Forget the head. Put a bag over it and do your business! Am I right, Steve and Eydie?
Steve Lawrence: [ slow to answer ] You bet, Frank!
Eydie Gorme: You know it, Chairman!
Frank Sinatra: You were a little slow that time.
Steve and Eydie: Sorry, Frank.
Frank Sinatra: Forget it, you're alright. You could pick up a check once in a while..
Eydie Gorme: Frank, that's not fair.
Sinead makes plea to Bob Dylan: Let me sing with you.
Irish Independent - 7 hours ago
By Independent.ie reporters
Sinead O’Connor has made a plea to Bob Dylan to let her perform with him in Dublin next month.
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Sinead O’Connor says she is ‘tired of being labeled as crazy’
Irish Central - 5 hours ago
“I am tired of all this ‘sinead is crazy’ crap. Its a disgrace,” she said in a recent blog post on her website.
Yeesh. The warning should have been about the picture. She has turned into a dumpy cow in her middle age.
It could be called "Ten Tons of Fun".....and the liberals, gays and freaks would flip over it.
Leni
Wordy, randomly-placed tattoos don't help.
She’s Guilty.
Throw the book at her.
Yep. There's a good candidate for the future mother of my children.
Bummer. She’s finding out that the world is not longer so indulgent of difficult women once they’re no longer hotties.
Sinead is a tragic character. I remember being blown away when “The Lion and the Cobra” came out. As I remember, there was very little promotion at first. It was mainly word-of-mouth before the then-adventurous VH-1 ran with it and brought it to the world at large.
In 1989 Her second album and the Prince-written hit launched her into the mainstream. But, just as she had arrived, her obnoxious, bizarre behavior took center stage and from then on it was all about her personal foibles and off-stage antics.
For the next twenty-odd years, she made nutty statements, gave provocative interviews, dabbled in wacko religions, announced her retirement, married three times, squeezed out four children (one of which was to a man she happened to be married to at the time) and managed to cut a number of self-indulgent, “esoteric” albums, deliberately eschewing any project with mass appeal.
Squandered talent.
Now that people can’t stand to look at her she’s reduced to begging for sex on Twitter. What man would want to involve himself with such a “complicated” woman now that she looks like someone you’d see in the potato-chip aisle at Wal-Mart? Not to mention the fact that she’s also recently been bemoaning the fact that a few of her children are seriously troubled (surprise, surprise).
I dunno, maybe now that the world would prefer to ignore her personal soap opera, she might actually get down to doing some serious work. Who can say?
Reason number 34 why I quit drinking.......
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Well, Sinead, I’m sure Bill Clinton will make another stop in Ireland, soon.
LMAO! This thread has the potential of reaching “classic” status.
"I'm not gonna hit it, YOU hit it!"
"NO, I'm NOT gonna hit it, YOU hit it!"
"I know! Let's try Laz, he'll hit ANYTHING! Hey, Laz, try this!"
a few seconds later....."HE LIKES IT!"