At the end of the long hard day, we just want to smile. We just want to laugh. And we just want to dance.
Our darling doo-doo Strippity-Doo sent us this video, and, it might've just been coincidence or it might've just been luck, but it came at a moment when the world was not sugary-sweet smiling down upon our heads and on top of that we had just glared at the postman for we're not exactly sure what. And then we got this video, and we pressed play, and we waited a second or three, and then we found ourselves smiling. And then laughing. And then dancing.
Oh, this world is a wonderful place. So please press play when your boss leaves the room, and shake it. Shake it. Shake it... well, you know the rest.
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(Also, please note that there will be a sequel to this post. We can't tell you the who what and why, but we can say it involves our darling Frances. And Halloween. And a certain mask borrowed from a certain boss. So check back often and soon. It's worth the wait, we swear like a horny sailor in a porno.)
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