nothing, but dundee.

man, oh man, you know who the man is? mick mutha fucking dundee.  about a week ago, late one night, i stumbled upon the dundee, upon clicking through the 800 different kinds of HBO.  now, it's crucial that you know that i am referencing the first one. now, ask yourself, when is the last time you've actually watched crocodile dundee? exaaaaaactly. it's been awhile for me too. 

this scene, which i actually found on youtube, meaning that there are other's who appreciate this shit, goes way, way back to something my brother and i used to make fun of when we were little. we used to do this dance all the time..  to get to the goods that i'm speaking of, you gotta watch this bitch all the way to the end. it's worth the 2 minutes of your time..., and let me just add, that this "dance" can be used in almost any drunken situation.., like for example, walking down the street at 2am drunk, and you catch a whiff of the hot dogs with bacon wrapped around them.. bust out the dundee bacon dance. you know, more things should come wrapped in bacon. i'd really tolerate anything a lot more, if it was wrapped in bacon. even my parents, or ex's.. anyway, that's a whole other issue.