Sister Smackdown takes to the streets of Manhattan in search of the Madonna.
Scroggins deposit #2.
Oh, my god, Tracy–you done ruint my mascara again! This is more than I could have hoped for. I’m shocked and awed.
I have to wonder–does your family hate you for this? Or, now that I think of it, do they hate me for this?
If so, it’s worth it.
Sweet Jesus–that’s a fine movie, T. And what a jab Mama Superior has; even the pigeons aren’t spared. Out to bust a move on the devil!
Sista got a mean right hook, y’all!
OH, and thank you for this fine piece of videography.
Cindy – The family actually prefers this to what I would normally be doing on my day off (which is the same thing but without a camera).
Your first video had me smiling non-stop two days. This one may get me a whole week. Thanks.
I can’t wait till Sister flies down to Rio for Carnival.
Oh, and Tracy — I’m guessing that the lovely young woman who opens the door in response to Sister’s insistent banging is one of your operatives. I love the gently patronizing, world-weary expression on her face.
From a long-time friend of Cooper’s and mine: “That’s just too rich for words!! Imagine . . . a dance called . . .The Sister Smackdown.”
Trev…? Is that you?
No wonder your site has been unattended of late.
Will flit over and see if you’re home….
“That nun is scary,” she said.
“It is the somewhat vulpine grin that gives me the willies,” I replied.
Her response: “For me it’s the Amy Winehouse makeup.”
This s just wonderful…I know I’m a tad late to the party but just love it. The sort of habit I could get to enjoy
Sister’s got star power.
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