This past weekend some friends and I were indulging in some camp and cheese in the form of the nineteen sixty-five classic Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine. During one scene the villain, Vincent Price, and his army of gold bikini clad automatons were all standing in the laboratory containing the aforementioned bikini machine. My friend was singing the “Sideboob! Sideboob! Sideboob!” song, whose lyrics appear to be nothing more than repeating the word, “sideboob” ad infinitum. Apparently this is the kind of thing you sing when in the presence of sideboob.
Unlike apparently normal heterosexual men, I was staring at what the filmmakers were trying to pass off as computers, which were pretty weak even by nineteen sixty-five standards, instead of looking at boobs.
Apparently, I am that much of a nerd.
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