My friend Melissa and I have an unnatural obsession with Napoleon Dynamite. Randomly, yet at frequent intervals, we like to bust out with a, “Tina, eat the food.” Or, “Your Mom goes to college.” Or, “And here we have some boondoggle keychains. A must-have for this season's fashion.” Anyway, you get the picture.
So over the course our weeklong roadtrip, we were humming an endless loop of Jamiroquai’s Dance and practicing our sweet moves at every stop. This is the result:
Though nothing can compare to the original:
Gosh.
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