It’s those barely dressed singing sensations known as the Pussycat Dolls again, this time strutting their stuff for Esquire Magazine. I didn’t even know there were actual members of the band, I thought they just showed up whenever they needed a band member or something. You know, I thought they recruited out of the local strip joint whenever they go to another town. Go figure. But hey, whose complaining? Stripper turned singers are better than singers turned strippers, am I right? At least they’re not phony about it.
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