Avril is Awvull

So, I have never thought particularly highly of Miss Lavigne, given that her voice is shrill, her music dull, and her entire public appearance a combination of utterly daft blithering and posed marketable rebellion for people that barely graduated the Disney Channel for edginess.

Now the snot-nosed little glamor-puss shows that its not about what is outside, but whats inside. And whats inside is phlegm, that erupts from her talent-deficient maw when the "punk" princess is not given her proper respects. Case in point here.

What a trollop.