I know these things are matters of personal taste–but can any man look at this scorching 1:44 of video and not feel a certain singing in the blood? I like to think that even a modern fifteen-year-old boy would recognize this as way hotter than Britney or one of her clones humping the air in her underwear.
Dunno, maybe I’m just old. When I watch this 1964 clip, however, I don’t feel old. Not at all.
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