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Sorry, I just kinda went all weak and fell onto the keyboard. That’s not to mention the dribbling.

If you haven’t seen it, its pretty much Madonna getting about in a tiny little leotard, throwing her impossibly small bottom around in a hypnotically jiggly kind of way.
And she keeps looking at the camera in a very h0tt, sultry “I’m so hot and unobtainable, so fuck you, right now, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck, fuck” kind of way.
Brbrbabbbleh *dribble* *dribble*
Don’t look at me like that! It is seriously mesmerising.
The clip was on Video Shits on the weekend and kinda led to the following:
Lovely wife (from the next room): come on, let’s go out to breakfast.
Me: ……
Lovely wife: Hel-lo!?!
Me: ….. um, just a minute...
Lovely wife (coming into the room and seeing the TV): Oh. I see.
Me: ….
Lovely wife: Ok, you can stop dribbling now. And you can also stop moving your head up and down in time with Madonna’s high-kicking dance moves, thank you very much. And I’m a bit concerned that you haven’t blinked in about 2 minutes and 36 seconds.
Me: I’m powerless!
Lovely wife: Gee, she really has an impossibly small bottom, doesn’t she.
I think she just might mount a challenge to Beyonce (in Austin Powers: Gold Member, and also when she is in the giant cocktail glass in the Naughty Girl film clip) and hot, wet, cage-dancing Portia De Rossi in Arrested Development, on my list of lovely lady celebrities of the hour.
Really really important disclaimer: All of these women are NOTHING in comparison to my lovely lovely wife...
I have yet to see this piece of softcorn porn but I am betting that it's not even close to Catherine Zeta-Jones in Chicago...
ReplyDeleteOooooo... tough call.
ReplyDeleteThere is quite a bit of high-steppin' leotard-lovin' going on in that movie.
I love that sassy black woman on the train. She's fierce and i NEVER say that word
ReplyDeleteI don't know, that sequence bothers me.
ReplyDeleteI mean, all she does is come in, bust some funky robot style moves, and walk off.
In the scheme of fiesty dance-offs, that wasn't really a killer move...
I don't know. Maybe I'm not sophisticated enough to properly comprehend the complex cross-cultural dynamic being played out in such a powerfully didactic instance of performativity.
I'm sorry, but I'm looking at you like that.
ReplyDeleteActually, I bet she's not a patch on your wife, who incidentally, is my sister.
ReplyDeleteHeh.
ReplyDeleteAnd after Friday Night, I can even say that the Lovely Wife is a much better singer than Madge too!