June 17, 2010
The Ross Sisters — Solid Potato Salad
I’m not quite sure how to set this up, because I understand the social context not a whit, but it manages, for me, to hit a sweet spot of amazing, hilarious, creepy, and boner inducing. I’ll get back to you with a Venn Diagram.
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Makes you want to go to war.
This is wonderful! I’m not a greedy person, I’d like just one of them to play with.
That really took off once the acrobatics commenced.
Solid potato salad.
I have a feeling “solid potato salad” is a euphemism/translation for surra de bunda.
One would probably keep you pretty well occupied, Phil.
It could be fun up there in the hay loft, I expect, but those moments when the action shifts into the final scene of Freaks . . . I dunno.
nice face placement in the wheel thing at the end
Calm the fuck down, Daryl.
A boatload of brandy might be calming. Daryl and Deron and Phil could share. The brandy.
do we have to share? the brandy.
Well, there are three Ross sisters, so you go figure.
Wonder if they were really sisters.
I kept trying to track the middle one like it was a shell game.
[...] Now back to whatever you were doing. [...]
Oh they’re robots.
Sure, but so long as they don’t break down?
I am now kinda depressed to learn that the late Lena Horne was in this 1944 film (Broadway Rhythm). She played a character named Fernway de la Fer.
“I met Lena Horne in 1943 when I was assigned to write a song for her to sing in ‘Broadway Rhythm,’ ” [songwriter Hugh] Martin, 95, wrote in an e-mail interview Monday. “I wrote ‘Love,’ and someone suggested that it was too good to waste on ‘Broadway Rhythm’, so I held it back and wrote ‘Brazilian Boogie’ instead. She performed this brilliantly.”
Lucky Lena Horne. All that — plus appearing with the Ross Sisters.
Still, she got to sing “Love” in “Ziegfield Follies”.
I didn’t watch this at work on purpose. Given the title, and the initial image, I really thought there’d be cake farts, or worse, before it was over. I was on the edge of my seat ready to scream. I mean the scream was live at the back of my throat. I’m relieved. And ever so slightly…disappointed.
Heck, even I have a boner now.
Where’s the Venn Diagram. That’s what’ll give me a boner.
Jesus H. Christ. The only thing that would possibly make this even creepier (and more boner-inducing) would be to see some donkey-fucking goings-on in that barn.
Holy crap, I almost expected one of them to contorsionist walk right out of the computer screen and start devouring my flesh. I expect to have some titillating nightmares.