Some of you in Toronto might have been wondering why the stores were sold out of Crisco, every crane in the city was rented out, latex poisoning experts were put on standby and the Tug of War champion was flown in. It wasn’t boys night at the pop-up Scientology Center. Janet Jackson’s tour hit Toronto and that’s pretty much what it takes to get her into that labia-crushing Tron suit.
The look on Janet’s face accurately expresses how her crotch is feeling at that very moment. That shit looks like a camel toe with Morton’s syndrome. Like a baby mole trapped inside of a plastic bag. Not only is Janet flattening her clit like a fettuccine noodle, but this is also fueling the old rumor that she’s got bendy straws for ribs.
I bet Janet employs a full-time CPR technician who gets her coochie breathing again as soon as she gets off stage. Hmmm. Maybe that’s the whole point. Janet might be a genius.