Good shot, kid. You got ‘im.
I come bearing gifts for you, my loyal bitches.
This is freaking wonderful. I admit, I actually laughed when he suddenly starts ‘Fireflies’ and does it, like, perfectly.
The second part is probably funnier. Watch that, too.
Or don’t. I’m not your babysitter. Leave me alone.
Secondly, I give you this, which I plan to suggest as another wedding song. It’s the seminal – the fucking seminal – masterpiece theme to Grand Theft Auto, released back in 1997, when I was 17, and you were sperm. You think you’re cool? You think it’s rad that you were population paste, when I was a confused old man of 17 long years? It’s not cool, because I was listening to this, and you weren’t even alive. You were just like, made of gloopy proteins, or whatever.
While I was joyriding.
I totally wish this played every time I walked into a room.