Not sure what's up with
Madonna's swimwear. I only know I wish she had extended the prudence to include her arms. Those things don't just give me nightmares, they give me daymares. I'll be standing there making Manwich or dusting (ha), and suddenly I'll see her arms, and the next thing I know my body is clenched up tighter than
Glenn Beck's bowel when he sees
Michelle Obama.