If you've ever seen Nicki Minaj's video for "Anaconda," you know that the music severely hinders your ability to hear the sounds of all the butts doing butt things. But when you take the music away, the sensation is like a floodgate opening and suddenly, the euphony of slapping butt cheeks, jiggling thigh meat and out-of-breath dancers hits your ears like the flood that turned Noah's ark into a straight-up cruise ship. Mmm. Relaxing.

If you've ever seen Nicki Minaj's video for "Anaconda," you know that the music severely hinders your ability to hear the sounds of all the butts doing butt things. But when you take the music away, the sensation is like a floodgate opening and suddenly, the euphony of slapping butt cheeks, jiggling thigh meat and out-of-breath dancers hits your ears like the flood that turned Noah's ark into a straight-up cruise ship. Mmm. Relaxing.

This leads us to the following conclusions: most things are better without Nicki Minaj's song "Anaconda" in them, even the song "Anaconda."