Liz Taylor gets her kicks these days by dressing up as a cowgirl and hanging out in gay bars. I'm sure the fags are thrilled to see Liz come wheeling in. They give her lapdances and Ecstasy. She re-enacts scenes from Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf. Snap. Nice to see her not moldering away in some nursing home or marrying David Gest. Might as well play out the string, eh Liz? That's why God gave us colostomy bags.
