The ecstatic queeniness of it all practically moves me to tears. It's like some sort of exalted High Holy Mass!
Yes and I swear I detected a little pre-Vogue Vogueing going on.
Totally! I'm going to pretend that this is where it all started.
<> I had exactly the same thought before I read your comment.
I don't know. This kind of excess only leads to Slap Parties and worse. There are good reasons that Miss Gaynor always kept her Safety Gays so carefully synchronized - Miss Ross could have learned a lesson or two from her about that. And many, many other things, for that matter...
If this sort of thing is what happened when Miss Ross left the stage for a minor costume change, one can only imagine the holy hell that broke loose when she took a bathroom break!
Uh-oh. Someone dropped the poppers in the Jacuzzi backstage. Again..! Jx
I still like the old line up better. I mean seriously, the construction worker and the Indian were friggin' HOT!
Wow...that was like toxic shock syndrome.
Best cure I know for a hangover: have all of your safety gays do the hard work for you, then make a grand entrance posing in your Mackie sequins and ermine tales.
Oh. My God. All Hail!TJB has entered the world of campness again - Hallelujah!!!!!Jx