I'm laughing my ass off, just looking through these Vegas pictures. Okay, to help illustrate and add verisimilitude to MY COLUMN this week, which involves all kinds of nasty, gritty, gold-toothed goodness, here are some incriminating photographs of my sister Jane, in her little red dress, PRACTICING the "drop it like it's hot" move in our hotel room before we went to the club downstairs. She was "dropping it" all over the dance floor while I was dealing with Mr. Bling. She just called me after reading the article and said she feels so guilty that I was "molested," but I told her, Jane, molestation implies that one party is a helpless victim, and this I was not.
Marissa (on the right) tried her hardest to show my sister how to bust a righteous groove. Jane looked adorable, and managed to make the would-be sexy drop look like a giggly 12-year-old girl playing hopskotch.
And the DROP!