Quench your unknown desire

Deep, deep in the pit of your depraved soul there lies a secret yearning. This yearning has gone long unheeded, sinking into dormancy like a hybernating bear. The time has come, though, my friends. The time has come for this perverse and undeniable need to awaken, roaring to life raw and unfettered by society's mores and expectations.

You have gone too long without, my friends. The long winter is over, rise and gorge your souls on the veritable feast of ridiculousness that is....the keytar solo. Bask in the glory of her fishnet dress. That's right I said fishnet dress. Take your time and ponder the use of the tilted stand on which she perches here keytar, and artfully grinds against. What happened to the keytars they used to have with the shoulder straps? Do they even still make keytars?

The mind spirals off into myriad directions, but your soul...your soul rests, full and content at last.

Oh, by the way, you can now buy Peanut butter hot dogs. The little boy, pictured in the story, reminds me of Chunk from Goonies. I bet he can even do the truffle shuffle.