Holy sweet bejesus …
Friday and MTV plays party music. Damn Shakira can dance. I mean, she can really really dance and not make it skanky like the rest. Plus she doesn’t look like a drag queen or someone who has emptied an entire cosmetics shop make-up-wise. Lord, those hips are to die for. She could support an entire world on those hips. She could support anything on those hips. Those hips. Hips. Shakira. Hips. Muhhh …
Eric Prydz’s Call On Me came on after, and sweet mother of jaysus those women and one man are so hot. Makes me really want to take up aerobics (or continue where I left off, which was half an hour of Carmen Electra’s striptease aerobics) (don’t ask).
Tomorrow, finally, Daniel Radcliffe’s dingdongs! Sweet …
