Until La Toya Jackson finally discovers a cure for AIDS, the best thing she can do is make music, cry in front of monkeys and write books. Her latest anthem is a fresh 1991-sounding dance jam called Startin' Over, and I for one have made the biggest mess on my keyboard since I discovered google videos. Listen and drool: her honesty is intimidating and sexual ("I don't need no cure" melts in my ears, but is a huge step back in her fight against AIDS). I don't need no cure, but I will take a scalpel, some hand cream and any valium if you have some (allegedly). Listen and weep, Janet.
Showing posts with label La Toya Jackson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label La Toya Jackson. Show all posts
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
La Toya Jackson - Startin' Over (Again (Again (Again)))
Until La Toya Jackson finally discovers a cure for AIDS, the best thing she can do is make music, cry in front of monkeys and write books. Her latest anthem is a fresh 1991-sounding dance jam called Startin' Over, and I for one have made the biggest mess on my keyboard since I discovered google videos. Listen and drool: her honesty is intimidating and sexual ("I don't need no cure" melts in my ears, but is a huge step back in her fight against AIDS). I don't need no cure, but I will take a scalpel, some hand cream and any valium if you have some (allegedly). Listen and weep, Janet.
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
La Toya's Milkshake Brings All The Flakes To The Graveyard
Grief-stricken La Toya Jackson finally hit the big time with her career-best ballad Home, and solidifies her D-list status by promoting milkshakes for people who like to guzzle 5000 calories a go, and I am not talking about Tila Tequila's famous NFL gangbangs.
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