Many beers into the Superbowl and up pops Madonna, she looks like some spooky dime store mannaquin that escaped from the window doing I'm bigger than Liz Taylor in Cleopatra entrance, a Vogue magazine product placement, too many goofy dancers doing Hullabaloo on speed. I'm not freaked out by much but this really freaked me out. In the old days singers had bad teeth and the audience preferred to dance rather than gaze upon their greatness. Now, it's perfect teeth, perfect bodies, prefect choreography, perfect shit.
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