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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...
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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...
Oooooo... tough call.
There 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
I don't know, that sequence bothers me.
I 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.
Actually, I bet she's not a patch on your wife, who incidentally, is my sister.
Heh.
And after Friday Night, I can even say that the Lovely Wife is a much better singer than Madge too!
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