HE'S BRINGIN WAXY BACK!

Aint nothin like being immortalized in the House of Madame Tussauds. Well, that is, until the AC stop runnin on a blistering summer afternoon, or somebody torch the spot. Needless to say, J.T. can now be groped by strangers in London, without getting aroused or having to summon his gargantuan security guards. I don't know about you, but I'd rather watch an old white lady Walk It Out! (See HIPS DON'T LIE)