If wanting to live in a world where aliens from another planet — one where heating and ventilation contractors fashion all the spacesuits — are welcome to come and cavort with women they’re manifestly not in the least bit interested in — including women who appear to have a sack of dead mice where the back of their upper arm is supposed to be — all the while playing roller-rink music through some sort of transmogrifier that only gendarmes and german shepherds can hear is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.
And to think we settled for the Beatles when The Tornadoes were available. Pshaw and harrumph!
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It’s Bender!
That’s a very odd video. The people in it must have felt very silly at the time, what with the girls kissing the guys in the helmet-thingies and all.
Wow! What search terms could you have possibly used to find this. I particularly dig the do-do-do-do-do vocalists at the end.
I can’t help wondering if the helmets turned out to be useful in a bucket brigade after that bonfire burned into all the dry grass. How did they not start a massive forest fire? Yikes.
Groovy music for putting out the flames, though.
Fine word “transmogrifier.” We make those here every year in the spirit of Calvin!