Almost done.
....and we've got one down. (she was fine)
Old school program boarders, roaming the field, picking off souls to eat.
I'm sure they too love peace, but they love brown tinted glasses more.
White shirt posse coming through.
When the spirt of the dance fills you, bring a friend.
Flail dance.
See, everyone loves peace. Or the Batdance.
Alright, that's closer.
What "grooving out" might look like. But doesn't.
"Stop that. Those foam fingers are expressively for hanging loose and grooving out."
She was texting everyone a photo of her picking her nose with the giant foam finger. Like ya do.
"Guys, that was my sandwich. Don't eat that. Also, don't eat the foam fingers."
"Foam finger, foam finger, foam finger, stale sandwich, foam finger..."
