The crowd debates the virtue of doing the clam vs appearing confused.
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.
If you stare long enough at his shirt, you will be transported back through time without any pants.
The one armed backup singer shuffle.
Laying down the beats.
"Foam finger, foam finger, foam finger, stale sandwich, foam finger..."
"Guys, that was my sandwich. Don't eat that. Also, don't eat the foam fingers."
She was texting everyone a photo of her picking her nose with the giant foam finger. Like ya do.
"Stop that. Those foam fingers are expressively for hanging loose and grooving out."
What "grooving out" might look like. But doesn't.
Alright, that's closer.
See, everyone loves peace. Or the Batdance.
Flail dance.
When the spirt of the dance fills you, bring a friend.
