“I should feel tremors of psychitude rock my body like a seizure. That was like a declawed pregnant cat on a porch swing idly swatting at a fly on a Sunday afternoon. Show me your psych!”
I swear, watching Shakira move is a religious experience. Whether she’s doing her “robot having a seizure” dance, or her “watch my boobies and hips move in differet directions” dance, I can’t look away. Nor do I want to. Come, Shakira…come take me back over the border with you!
