When Katy Perry‘s breasts reappeared on the cover of GQ last week, I tried not to get my hopes up that we’d finally entered a new age of enlightenment where she shoves them in people’s faces thus fulfilling their destiny as a personal gift from an all-powerful Christian God. Basically an era of science shit, if you want to get technical about it. Yet here they are at the Grammys after-party last night which means we can’t be far off from perfecting warp speed. Just take what’s happening in my pants and apply it to rockets. It can’t be that difficult.
Don’t You Ever Leave Me Like That Again, Katy Perry’s Breasts
January 27th, 2014 // 22 Comments