Here's the situation for dear old Unc. He is outside in the cold, looking in. Behind him are the 3 Snowmen (let's see who remembers what they represent) out in the yard, awaiting their time. In the warm, toasty house the revelers are punch drunk, doing the twist and making out in the corners. The music is loud, and it sucks by the way. Pure canned, disco crap.
Every once in a while, a group of hotties sees Unc staring in the window and they mock and giggle amongst themselves. The real men are inside, doing the shuffle and giving pick up lines, not to mention doing another kind of lines. This is a hell of a party and no one wants to leave. Too much fun. No worries about the details of every day life. No worries about why they are even at the party. Party on… til there ain't no party no more.
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