oh sweet mother of pearl (vom)!
Pass the bucket when you've finished... Jx
Right here in my 3 piece suit: Valium with laudanum really did wonders here. Very heavenly key club.
lip-synching for their lives, just like drag race.
Well, that's.... calming, I suppose.
It's like looking into the hair of God!
They made the gay couple wait until everyone else was on stage. Blatant discrimination.
The way they marched in, two by two, I thought it was one of those Moonie mass-marriage ceremonies. And I'm sure that Conservative Jesus would condemn those hippie haircuts on the men.
The blonde in the back row looks like got out of rehab that morning.
It made me feel strangely sleepy, but the gay couple at the end woke me up. Fierce.
A) Either one or two of the clan didn't reach their proper marks or the director needed to be fired for the awkward staging and B) somehow a disproportionate number of them seemed odd small/shrunken... ??
Wow, indeed. The Heritage Singers is/was a Seventh-Day Adventist group. I used to be an Adventist, and I had to listen to this kind of stuff at my grandmother's for years. Didn't realize it was this bad, though.
It's like from another dimension!
For some reason, I couldn't look away. I think they hypnotized me.
I'm not entirely certain that one of those boys with a black handlebar moustache wasn't also in some 70s porn film, perhaps touching his heart as Al Parker loomed over him.
Anyone lucky enough to have Al Parker looming over them should keep both hands free to touch Al Parker, not their heart...