The one armed backup singer shuffle.
If you stare long enough at his shirt, you will be transported back through time without any pants.
Her vibe turned out to be the name of her pet fish. It was really just a passive aggressive shirt directed at her careless roommate.
The crowd debates the virtue of doing the clam vs appearing confused.
"Do the clam!"
"Now, everyone do the clam hand jive!"
"And steamed clams taste like the ocean. See, it all makes sense now."
"Cuz all the sea water, that salty water of the ocean, it evaporates and forms clouds. So if clouds tasted like something, it would be the ocean."
"I wasn't expecting that."
"No, hear me out. Those clouds, those clouds up there that look like bunnies and faces and hammers. They probably taste like steamed clams."
His band hopes this isn't one of those "woke up and my pillow was missing" jokes.
"Anyone here ever dreamed of eating a cloud?"
J Boog begins in earnest.
"Hello. I will be your lead singer for the day."
