Merry Christmas motherfucker, your girlfirend is having a baby and guess what? It isn’t yours. This kid has more rhythm in his left pinky than I’ll ever have even on my best Friday night. If I had moves like that, I don’t think I’d ever walk anywhere again. I’d just gyrate from A to B like a human sex machine, flaunting my moves, boogieing all up in everyone’s face.
PS- Those chicks in the background might as well just go ahead and mail this kid their V-cards. They don’t stand a chance.