Some silly-named drag queen, perhaps?
Oh, he's an ARTIST. Like Shauna Cuntwell is a singer.
Apparently Ricky haunts social media doodling his infantile drawings and posting them, hoping he'll be discovered and given a gallery show, his own "how to draw" TV series, or maybe an assignment doing a celebrity picture for the cover of "The New Yorker."
Oooh, ooh, his dreams ALMOST came true.
Sappy Todd Fisher happened to see Ricky's ridiculous drawing, and RE-TWEETED it.
Wowie! It's the thrill every mediocre jerk aspires to: being RE-TWEETED.
And so he had 15 minutes to Tweet about it.
What a puke-inducing sentiment.
But yes, it echoes what Todd Fisher, said. He envisioned Debbie and Carrie together in heaven, 'cause that's what Debbie kept moaning about during funeral arrangements. That she wanted to be with Carrie.
Yes, Debbie and Carrie in heaven together.
As depicted by fat, untalented jerky Ricky LaFart?
What a shitty piece of..."art."
You notice this moron drew them from the BACK. Could it be because he can't draw faces too well? That he barely has a school kid's ability to draw figures at all?
Is this what they call "primitive?" Or "outsider art?" It sure as fuck is what you see on eBay from thousands upon thousands of pests. They do their ACEO "tribute" drawings to pop culture figures and expect people to buy.
Think this Ricky LaDouche could even draw Carrie as well as THAT piece of trash?
Never underestimate the kitsch and sentiment of the average moron, including Todd Fisher. Just because he's Debbie's son and Carrie's sister doesn't mean he has good taste in art.
Wow, what a hackneyed concept. Debbie and Carrie are not REAL DEAD PEOPLE. They are their most famous MOVIE ROLES.
When they died, Carrie put on her "Star Wars" outfit, and Debbie got her "Singing in the Rain" outfit, and they're on this eternal Yellow Brick Road, walking and smiling on a treadmill to oblivion. (I borrowed "treadmill to oblivion" from Fred Allen, who is long dead and never made a hit film, ergo, he is NOT the subject of a Ricky LaChance work of ART.)
Where the fuck are Carrie and Debbie? "Rainbow Bridge?" Oh, no, that's for your pet cat or dog. Are they going through infinite space like the frightened astronaut in "2001?" No no, they are IN COSTUME, marching along a ribbon of golden highway in the sky, a ribbon that just isn't visible to astronomers.
Gad. The tragedy of Carrie and Debbie dying (two women whose movies I do not care ANYTHING about), is that they brought any fame to cloying, turd-faced Ricky Horst. Er, Ricky LaChance.
He's put his name BIG on the drawing, because it's copyrighted, right? It's HIS art. HE can make it into t-shirts or magnets or whatever. I bet he's hurrying at this very moment to do drawings of George Michael and David Bowie and set up a fucking website.
Being Re-Tweeted "made me feel joy," he burbled. That drawing made me feel like punching him in his ugly fat face.
I hope that doesn't sound rude.
How about just stomp on his hand so he can't do anything as annoying ever again?
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