Alright, alright, let’s talk about this Madonna soup thing, whatever it is. Folks are makin’ a big fuss, so I guess I gotta say somethin’ too.
So, this Madonna, she’s a singer, I think. A famous one. And she’s always doin’ somethin’ to get folks talkin’, you know? Like them young’uns with their ripped jeans and crazy hair. Always gotta be different.
Now, she’s eatin’ soup. Soup! Like we all do. But I heard she ain’t got no shirt on while she’s doin’ it. Topless, they call it. Well, I never! Eatin’ soup without a shirt? Sounds drafty to me. And kinda silly if you ask me. But then again, these city folks, they do things different.
- First off, she’s got pictures of it. Lots of ’em, I hear. Seems like she wants everyone to see her slurpin’ that soup, shirt or no shirt.
- And then there’s this “toyboy” fella. Young enough to be her grandson, probably. She’s sittin’ on his lap, still no shirt on. Land sakes! Don’t she got no shame?
- People are callin’ it “steamy” and “racy.” Heck, I don’t see nothin’ steamy about soup. Maybe it’s hot soup, I dunno. But racy? That just sounds like somethin’ you do with horses.
I reckon she’s tryin’ to sell somethin’. Maybe that soup ain’t so good, so she gotta show somethin’ else to make folks buy it. Or maybe she’s just plain bored. Rich folks, they got nothin’ better to do sometimes, I guess.
But this Madonna topless thing, it’s all over the place. They’re talkin’ about it on the TV and in them newspapers. Even my niece, the one with the fancy phone, she showed me a picture. Just a quick peek, mind you! I ain’t got time for such nonsense.
Now, I ain’t no prude. I’ve seen things in my day. But there’s a time and a place for everything. And eatin’ soup naked? Well, that just ain’t right. It ain’t decent.
This Madonna hot topic, it’s got folks all riled up. Some say she’s beautiful, some say she’s lost her mind. Me? I just think she needs a good sweater and maybe a bowl of stew instead of that fancy soup.
This Madonna sexy thing, I don’t get it. What’s so sexy about a bare chest and a spoonful of broth? Maybe I’m just old-fashioned. But in my day, “sexy” meant a clean apron and a good pie in the oven.
And this Madonna top SM stuff, I don’t even know what that means. Sounds like somethin’ you do with a tractor or somethin’. But whatever it is, it can’t be good. Not if it involves no shirts and soup.
This whole Madonna photo shoot thing, it’s a lot of fuss over nothin’, if you ask me. She’s just tryin’ to get attention. And I guess she’s doin’ a good job of it. But me? I’m more interested in what’s for supper. And it ain’t gonna be soup, I’ll tell you that much.
So, there you have it. My two cents on this Madonna soup mess. It’s silly, it’s unnecessary, and it makes me wanna go put on another sweater just thinkin’ about it. But hey, that’s just me. Maybe I’m just an old woman who don’t understand these modern ways.
Madonna hung up on bein’ normal, I guess. That’s the only explanation I can come up with. She’s got her fans though, so who am I to judge? Still, I wouldn’t want my grandbaby seein’ such things. It ain’t proper. Not proper at all.
Anyway, I gotta go. Got chores to do and biscuits to bake. Ain’t got time to be thinkin’ about no topless soup eaters. But you young folks, you be careful out there. And put on a shirt when you eat, for goodness sake!
