Yaaaasss! Nitty gritty.
Those close-ups – the videographer clearly has a favourite. That dude with, no no – that dapper gentleman with the perfectly quaffed hair. Does quaffed hair queef? Anyway – shimmy, shimmy – pen is dying – slippery feet in shiny shoes.
White people can’t dance – I mean this was something choreographed and learned and even that bozo at the end didn’t hit the last note – his shoes were too shiny – did they shine the bottom of his shoes too? And who would have known if he even hit the note because the cameraperson was too busy crushing on the quaffed queefer to pan out in time.
Really loosey-goosey… the women were having some fun but not too much fun as to ‘outshine’ or overshadow the men.
Let’s all be the male peacocks of our species – loud and proud! Shiny, shimmering, maaagic! There’s my mermaid coming through – bedazzled, my little mermaid doll my little sister had – I think you could comb colour into its hair with water in the bath. What a weird concept. Sitting in a bath combing a mermaids hair – probably having a conversation too. Do we have to write things down as adults because otherwise we’d be talking to ourselves all the time, like kids used to do?
where rivers are born 