I just found this earlier today on a blog I was stalking, and to say that it made my Thursday would be a grave understatement. If you can watch this without smiling, then I would feel confident in saying that you have no soul.
Now, let me digress for a moment to introduce this next little gem. Two summers ago Paul and I took a trip up to our family's cabin, and one particular evening we were having a real good time. (A REAL GOOD TIME). So much so, that at one point I walked in to the kitchen to see both my brother and Paul attempting to dance like Beyonce. Now, I married a man with some rhythm. The boy's got some moves. But my brother? Well, that looked more like this, but without the rhythm:
Those who made it to Hawaii for the wedding saw a replay of this. The rest of you will have to use your imagination.