I take a lot of photos of dance performances.
Maybe too many. (Especially of people's butts, apparently.)
So, I heard it's someone's birthday... I guess it's time to bring this idiocy back for a special edition.
I like to call this portion of our trip: (all together now)
Don’t Make Me Call The Dance Police.
Either the stripper arrived, or the plumber's here to fix your sink.
Oh, good. Lynxa's here. And... um... she's killed someone. Again. I guess more cake for the rest of us!
This is why you don't arrive late to rehearsal... you get mover #3.
If that's a videotape of some Japanese girl coming out of a well, don't watch it!
(It's full of vodka.)
Come on, you two. Don't make me get out the fire hose!
Ran out of lint roller tape.
Come on, mon cheri, and light my fire!
Ran out of helmets for the new kids
Oh. Good. Here they are!
Strange, I asked for Nitrous.
make your own "Does he have wood?" joke here.
I dare you to take that tapestry.
We're the Dance Police, not the Sex Bomb Squad. You want star-69.
This is why I got Amazon Prime.
When the vodka runs out.
So. Very. Rule 34
Gunner cleans up nicely, doesn't he?
This isn't as much as animal abuse as it is KLARK telling us he just killed two Red Bulls and is wired as hell.
Seven years of bad luck, about to start..... now!
When your feet are on fire, stop, drop, and do topless somersaults? That can't be right.
Sadly, this bear should not have been saved, and went off on a rampage and mauled an innocent dancer.
I love it when they have guest title animators on The Simpsons.
(you know what to say)
Thank you, Happy Birthday, and for God's sake, please don't let me do this again.
"Hey. It's Cave. Someone's not daaaancing. Come on. You know the law - testing IS NOT a dance exemption. Don't make me call the dance police"
- Cave Johnson, Portal 2 Perpetual Testing Initiative Expansion Pack.