Once, I got semi-drunk and started dancing in the kitchen. In my head, it was like that one scene from High School Musical where they climb on tables celebrating their diverse hobbies, and the rich blonde girl gets mad because everybody is dancing. According to my housemate though, I was just swaying back and forth for about thirty minutes without any real coordination.
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