Amazing bongo skills on display. What? Someone had to say that joke. Might as well be me.
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.
"I really should consider wearing contacts. These things must weight four pounds!"
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.
"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!"
"I hope no one misinterprets this heart peace necklace as a heart-shaped cartoony skull ninja star. I hate it when that happens."
Still pictures fail to convey the majesty of the talking navel.
And now....jazz hands!
You got a 20% discount at the music store if you had dreads.
"20 percent?! Damnit, I paid full price."
Guy (quietly): I think I sat in some glue. So I might be stuck to you. Don't back away suddenly.
Alex hated neon green like a mummy hates fire.
Ringo likes to avoid unwanted publicity.
Bootsy sneezes his way through the funk rendition of the Star Spangled Banner.