Driving into work this morning, Young MC's summertime classic Bust a Move came on the radio and I suddenly became very embarrassed to realize that here I am on the cusp of turning 40 years old, and I don't have a go-to song to break into at parties. I mean, wtf? Drinks are flowing, the house is rocking, you'd think peeps would be able to say "hey, Xmastime's about to do Bust a Move! Come on, guys!!!"
Jesus christ. My grandfather, Pappy "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boys from company B" Xmastime must be poppin n' lockin' in his grave. What a fucking disappointment I am. God, I hate myself.
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