Oh, what a feeling...

....when we're dancing on the ceiling!!!

I am watching the video to Lionel Richie's 1986 hit. I'm stunned. Can't figure out if it's supposed to be funny or whether it's just a bad case of trying too hard.

Whatever it is, I'm glad it's not 1986 anymore!

That is all!

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