RIP Phyllis Diller
If your house is really a mess and a stranger comes to the door greet him with, “Who could have done this? We have no enemies.”
As they say on Tumblr, GPOY.
Phyllis Diller is my spirit animal, and now that she’s gone to meet her maker (he’s SCARED and he’s getting out the good cocktail glasses) the world is a duller place. It is even a less stylish place.
Gaga, Keshia, and Nicki Minaj are just going to have to find someone else to rip off.
There is no neck, however heinous, that cannot be improved upon by an enormous collar of plastic beads.
When in doubt, add eyelashes. And rhinestones, in case the eyelashes feel conspicuous.
I don’t know what the question was, but the answer was obviously “VOLUME!”
You can hardly blame them for putting a price on her head. At least, parts of it.
How I wish I could have found a recording of her singing The Rose, but as a consolation prize here she is singing her theme song, “(I can’t get no) Satisfaction). Yes, really.