While perusing our darling Muscato’s latest entry over at Café Muscato, an astonishing video of the sluttiest belly dancer I’ve ever run across*, my boss dropped by my desk. Seeing my stunned, slack-jawed look, he immediately demanded to watch it, too. Thank god I have a boss who’s as easily amused as I am. Thank god also that my well established reputation as a big poof saved me from any accusation of prurience for being drawn in by what appears to be Karen Black in a polyester slip seducing an old man on a toilet. Does that make you want to click on over to the actual video, or what?
*Actually, this is one of the very few belly dancing videos I’ve ever seen, and all the others are thanks to Muscato. Or rather, Muscato’s fault. But you know what I mean.
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When in doubt, blame it on Muscato!
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts exactly.
ReplyDeleteOh, yeah. Like I don't know that it was the phrase "older gentleman in red satin pajamas" that made you click.
ReplyDeleteAnd I have to agree with my astute commenter back on the post in question - she's waaaay more Jennifer Coolidge than Karen B.
I just wanted to make sure the guy in the red satin jammies was not, in fact, you.
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