Folks, dis day cannot pass witout a NannyWorld Tribute to da King of Pop, Michael Jackson.
Whatever you do, Michael, don't rest in peace up dere in heaven--shake your bootie and sing out LOUD cause me, Nanny Tina, still gotta dance down here on eart!!
Bless yer soul and music. (also tanks for popularizing our new NW line of gold tongs but dats another story for another time)
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O I am sobbing and sobbing, Nanny Tina, by your touching tribute to the King of Pop. And, when you sang "Smile" along with Germaine, I thought I would faint. Long live the King.
Tearfully,
Nanny Molly
Nanny Tina! Nanny Tina! I am bawlin' so fast dat I used tree boxes o' kleenexes, but I'm writin' cause I can't figur what dat little ting is in yer panties up dere. You're a girl, right?
OUCH! STOPPIT, MA!
I just can't tell what dat ting is dere. OUCH!! OUCH!!
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Of course, Nanny Tina is a lady! It's called "costuming," Dominic. It's just a prop to demonstrate that she's in sympathy with Michael in Heaven.
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