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If this 1993 hands-over-breasts cover...
Lead to this 1997 nipple-through-the-shirt cover...
Which lead to this 2004 catastrophe...
Does that mean that this 2006 itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-skanky-wanky bikini bottom cover...
...will lead to full out, full-frontal porn?
Discuss.
Labels: Janet Jackson, Mag Hag, Vibeology
5 comments:
I believe the hands belonged to her then boyfriend/secret husband Rene Elizendo.
Good thing her body bounces back, but man, those are some tiny bikini bottoms. She's brave to wear them.
Also, Donny, regarding Dangerous Beauty, which I have seen, here's the scoop: Before writing that random post, I had just completed my eHarmony profile while punchy and with absolutely nothing to lose. If they are going to ask what's the one thing my best friends know about me that no one else knows, then they can't be surprised when I pop open a can of complete crap.
I'm so glad someone commented -- I'm fairly certain I've completely freaked my big brothers out.
TD
Eh. I'd never take sloppy seconds from Willis Drummond.
Pasta Queen is correct! But, Laura, I'd like to think that Janet made the dreams of some child from the Make-A-Wish Foundation come true.
Prego, I hear ya, but I wonder what would happen if Janet showed up at your door and you weren't married. I don't think those seconds would look so sloppy anymore.
Dude, during one of those 'single' droughts, Rosanne Barr could have shown up at my door and would have been in for a rough ride...
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