"You heard the one about the college student, the slinky, and the escalator? Ha, just messing with you. Let's get to some music."
The crowd, the security, and the photographers get ready.
Oh, and let's not forget the toilet paper gun.
Everybody dance.
I said dance!
Toilet paper gun + dancing = odd new mental associations.
"Raise your hands if you put on extra deodorant for tonight! Woooooo!"
Not browsing facebook.
Paula experiences the unique sensation of being shot with the Calamari Cannon.
Sparkle power.
Robot Christie hails a cab to funkville.
Surprise dance massage!
Pro tip: Dance like you're driving a gocart.
Kayliegh shakes it.
