I really don't give a tinker's damn about Janet Jackson's boobie. I am tired of hearing about Janet Jackson's boobie.
Honest to god, I've seen less attention paid to people having a heart attack in the middle of a restaurant than is being paid to Janet's tit. Get over it world. Was it really a shock that she had one? God, that should have been obvious to anyone with vision that's what she had under her shirt. Boobs.
What will we talk about when we finally get over this? Her vagina? No thank you. I assume she has one, as most females do, but let's just not go there, shall we?
She probably deep down digs the attention she's getting over it too. So let's just not satisfy her and stop going on and on about it. We saw her boob. Whoopie! If this traumatized you for life, you were probably leading a much too sheltered life anyway.
Now I'm going to curl up on the couch and crash. I was doing so good with this cold, until I finished up at Curves. Then my body went, "Hey, bitch, we're SICK remember?"
Hearing about Janet Jackson's breastastophy is not exactly making me feel any better.