There is a long list of Hollywood celebrities I wouldn’t mind seeing in the buff:  dark and broody Jake Gyllenhaal, my future-ex-husband Heath Ledger, even Dane Cook if I could be assured that he’d not be allowed to speak during the entirety of my viewing pleasure.

Margaret Cho, however, is not (I repeat NOT) on this list.  I love her like a cold beer on a hot Alabama day, but I just don’t want to see her belly fat jiggle at me like some sort of out-of-control Jell-O snack pack.  I just don’t, dammit.

But maybe you do. (This is NOT SAFE FOR WORK!)

I’ll say this.  She put a lot of effort into this little titty-tassle number.  In fact, I think I was a little bit hypnotized.  At the very least, the routine caused me to feel very sleepy….very relaxed…and very sleepy…and no, I don’t want a cigarette…