sruck in the eighties, a complete loser.
"Becky! Those shoes are oh-so-80's!"
"Lets go up to the front of the room and do the Moonwalk"
"Excellent!"
"No way! Way! No WAY! WAY!"
"Woo"
"There ain't no party like my grandma's tea-party! heyyyyy! hoooooooo!"
"Lets go up to the front of the room and do the Moonwalk"
"Excellent!"
"No way! Way! No WAY! WAY!"
"Woo"
"There ain't no party like my grandma's tea-party! heyyyyy! hoooooooo!"
by WaynesWorld April 1, 2008

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