They Don’t Call it a Pfralashemgrat for Nothing!

The moment I heard it was at the park I sped to the scene.

Sure enough, there it was in the parking lot, tentacles clanging cymbals, mirror-ball head spinning, disco beats blaring from its stereo mouth.

A woman pulled me close. We danced with reckless abandon. I finally understood real joy. I finally understand what true love means.