Guy (quietly): I think I sat in some glue. So I might be stuck to you. Don't back away suddenly.
"20 percent?! Damnit, I paid full price."
You got a 20% discount at the music store if you had dreads.
And now....jazz hands!
Still pictures fail to convey the majesty of the talking navel.
"I hope no one misinterprets this heart peace necklace as a heart-shaped cartoony skull ninja star. I hate it when that happens."
"And people said I'd get nowhere with this hair. Or that I'd get it stuck in a propeller blade, again. Ha, I showed them!"
While her bongoing skills were impressive, the crowd loved that, every time she pressed the drawing of a stereo on your arm, a clip of Soundwave (the Decepticon) saying "Now is the time to...boogie down." would play.
"I really should consider wearing contacts. These things must weight four pounds!"
Karen was careful to keep her mouth only open a moderate amount. She didn't want a repeat of what happened the week before. Try explaining to your parents how a picture of you choking on a microphone while a guy in star-shaped sunglasses giving you the heimlich ends up on facebook.
Amazing bongo skills on display. What? Someone had to say that joke. Might as well be me.
Streamers on parade.
Like Wonder Woman's bracelets, the golden dancer's bottoms repelled bullets, thugs, and Superman's x-ray vision.