As you can see from the Twitpics in the sidebar, Didgeridoo Boy got a little wound up last night. He'd consumed a 32-ounce Monster energy drink, followed by a Coca Cola, and *then* had a beer to try to calm himself down. Never in my life did I imagine I would be with someone who would put pantyhose and tennis balls on his head to highlight his rave dancing performance, but he did, and there's video. Actually, there are a few videos - I've found that a camera only seems to fuel greater antics. For that matter, why don't I test embedding the test post I've made at Twiddeo?
Give a very hyper man a piano, and he will simply have to play it. Give his girlfriend a MacBook, and she'll make a video, which he doesn't necessarily have to know is being made.
He's actually at his place this morning, and I'm waiting for the painters to arrive - it's odd for him to not be here, and it's odd for me to admit that, but there you go.
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