Cyd Charisse died this week and as my sister rightly points out, she deserves some attention here since we grew up watching all those old MGM musicals. I'm not a huge fan of hers but man, could that woman dance. She could dance like nobody's business. Her legs looked like effing tree trunks when her dress spun up and you could see her thighs.
She could probably have killed you with her thighs, come to think of it. She totally should have registered them as deadly weapons like Chuck Norris' hands.
Or, wait. Am I thinking of another meathead?
Eh. Either way.