And if you’ve seen the uncensored version, you’ll know that there’s a, uh, “questionable” puddle sitting smack dab in the middle of where that lovely yellow oval happens to rest.
I couldn’t even imagine sleeping with her, and not, you know, because I’m straight. Because I’d imagine she smells like a wet new perm, dirty pennies, and Mountain Dew. Attractive. Appealing. Oh-so-hawt.
Pull your damned shirt down, Ke$ha, and lay off the hard drugs.