Her name is Millie... Ms. Jackson if you're nasty.

I just want everybody to pause for a moment and reflect upon the awesomeness that is Millie Jackson.

It's good to be loved. It's even better to be loved when you're Millie Jackson and you're getting loved-up by a guy in a hard hat.


I've looked into a crystal ball, and I see Millie Jackson's awesome cleavage in your future. Lucky you.


Ok, Millie, now that was just uncalled-for. Keep your Cleveland Steamers to yourself. They may go for that kinda thing over at Afterglide, but this here is a respectable zombie-fearing blog where we don't cotton to highly inappropriate album covers... Wait a minute, that's exactly what we cotton to around here. What the hell am I talking about? This is what I get for blogging in the midst of a Tijuana Picnic.