Freaks come out at night -- Friday edition

I blame my sister Mary for this Friday night affliction.  I posted a Schick Bush trimmer commercial on Facebook and some how she discovered this wack-a-doodle or free spirit, if you will.  Ever since I've been watching her dance around in various ensembles. Frightening close ups, sweaty clavicle, terrible lip syncing. What's not to love? It's like crack without the residual stench, but rehab may be required.  May you all sleep well -- Remember, dance like no one is watching and make certain to hit record on the video camera when you do it.


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  1. cynicalgirlMay 22, 2010 at 7:40 AM

    Um... WTF? :D She is an... uh, amazing dancer.

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  2. MarissaMay 22, 2010 at 9:33 AM

    Clearly she has 'professional choreographer' listed on her resume'

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  3. Jeff HickmottMay 22, 2010 at 3:55 PM

    Very reminiscent of a certain lab person dancing in white coat and safety specs while edging a polycarb lens.

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  4. MarissaMay 22, 2010 at 4:04 PM

    haha! I commented on my friend Stacey's fb (when she posted this video after I posted a slew of them) that this broad was stealing all my best moves. She thought I was kidding.

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  5. Jeff HickmottMay 25, 2010 at 5:18 PM

    Except her facial expression isn't quite goofy enough.

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