I heard this on the radio on my way home from the District last night. It’s been in my head ever since, so now it’s in yours.

If you’re between the ages of 27 and 42, you may not be able to help yourself from dancing in your office chair and/or singing along. It’s okay. He used to be, at least, plausibly normal.

Moral of the song: At least pick a man who is ostensibly heterosexual before you file frivolous tort claims for child support.

Bonus clip: Filipino prisoners get down with the Afternoon Dance Party in spite of their deprivation of freedom and shit:

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