Liza, Liza, Liza...

I'm sorry. I fucking love Liza Minnelli. Why? Because she's a drunk, smoked-out, pill-popping basketcase just like her wonderful mother Frances Gumm a/k/a Juuuudy Garrrrland, and I have no idea, but I love Liza. Even though I bet she smells like a bottle of Fleischmann's vodka and a smoke-stained acoustic ceiling tile from the Men's room at "The Plaza Bar & Grille" in Madison, WI. You'll love her too, after you check out this link.