It's not flower grenades. It's potpourri napalm. They have to do something about the scent of decay coming from Catrall's spoiled meatwallet. Seriously, it's like the CryptKeeper's asshole up in that cootch.
Let's hear it for air-brushing and tooth-whitening!
And give it up for multiple colonics, too!
Cynthia Nixon is like, "I'm an accomplished actress. I ain't pretending to be happy about frickin' petals while wearing shoulder pads."
It's not flower grenades. It's potpourri napalm. They have to do something about the scent of decay coming from Catrall's spoiled meatwallet. Seriously, it's like the CryptKeeper's asshole up in that cootch.
Let's hear it for air-brushing and tooth-whitening!
And give it up for multiple colonics, too!
Cynthia Nixon is like, "I'm an accomplished actress. I ain't pretending to be happy about frickin' petals while wearing shoulder pads."