We've become so into the "campy Cher," that we've memorized the words. We even "ho-o-o-o-o" like Cher. We imitate the Saturday Night Live skits.
(Mostly the one from a year or so ago when they're ripping on Who's Line is It Anyway, "I'd like to play my daughter, the fat, lesbian clo-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-nnnn...")
It's very very sad what goes on at 5:15 a.m. while I wait for my clients to show.
And, so, dear readers, I bring you The Cher Test:
take the cher test.
and go to mewing.net. because laura isn't cher.