This made me nostalgic for Gustavalopolis, although we were too drunk or not creative enough to make choreographed dances on the floor of Marci's living room. I love how Dizzee Rascal comes out of nowhere here, right when you start to get bored with David Byrne's moaning and all the titties that you can't see.
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when you come back we are going to drink mickeys and have another naked party, alright?
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