Ricki, you seem to have lost your pants. Again.
Now, I love pants off time as much as any 2 year old, but I usually keep this to perhaps a Friday thing, an indoor thing, a home thing.
But it seems everywhere I look at the moment there’s Ricki in her undies. Is she still hanging out in just undies and kicks asking for a piece of apple pie? I’m not sure.
Billboards are telling me that this seems to be the natural progression from singing undie lover to singing undie seller for any “True Aussie Babe”.
Really?! This is our tweenage girls role model?
Excuse me whilst I go and spew in my granny pants.
|'Oh mate, I got to tag Ricki's butt'|