Sometimes things are unicorns made of baby laughter and narwals swimming through skittles, sometimes things are just a poonami of craptacular proportions. Sometimes the normal lexicon just isn't enough.
I'm not sure how my dancer friends will feel about this, whether or not it is trampling on a sacred work of art or not, but this is incredible. Yeah, sometimes at night for fun I just do pirouettes on Jeff's bicep too. No big deal.