We want it like this guy’s got it. Two or three times. We will have what he is having! Breakfast, lunch and dinner! [Did we belabor this a bit? We have have belabored...]

You may have forgotten already, but this guy is single-handedly keeping the spirit of Michael Jackson alive. All by himself.

If a patch of grass survives it when you do a dance like this on it, the grass will love you with all its grass heart and you will be grassmates forever and ever.

We swear this wasn’t computer-animated or enhanced in any way. Dude really moves like that.

Please, please, please let that be an air guitar this guy is twanging. Amen.

These girl’s hips are saying, “Girl, you look good!” LIARS!

Fellow concertgoers: you get high-fives. Musical performers: I’m gonna give you some high-fives. These United States of America: you get high-fives. India in the house!: here’s some high-fives for you. For everybody who’s ever been in love: I brought you these dual high-fives. Ronnie: you get high-fives! Sheila: high-fives! To all the firefights: please accept these high-fives of respect! Dear Mama: high-fives of love. All the West Side: HIGH-FIVES! YOU: HIGH-FIVES! EVERYBODY, GOD, THE UNIVERSE, ALL OF THAT: HIGH-FIVES!!!!!!!!!!

You thought your home country knew how to dance at concerts? No, no, no, sir. THIS country knows how to dance at concerts. We wish we knew what country it was so we could go there. And dance.

I like the part where she walks off in mid-dance, offers up the hand and says, “That is enough. I am through with all of this and moving on to bigger and better things.” And the other two guys are like, “Huh. Boobs.” That is an artistic statement RIGHT THERE!

…these guys are having more fun in 30 seconds than you will have all week. Sorry to put it out there like that, but it’s probably true.