Ya know, for being somebody who has little to no interest whatsoever in musical-theater, I certainly didn't let that hamper my enjoyment of the past hour or so that I've spent looking at pictures of Mr. Jackson. He bridges the gap. He could strap me to a chair and sing show-tunes to me for hours. As long as he strapped me to a chair. Personally. And forcefully. Oh dear I'm writing my fantasies out in public again.
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Damn, he is fine...I'm with you...there'd be little resistance if he wanted to strap me to a chair ;o)
Oooh, seven Cheyennes for the price of five. Looooving it.
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