We all feel happy sometimes. Sometimes, we feel so happy we just can't contain ourselves: We have to dance! It's just that, if we happen to be that happy anywhere near the street, we might temper our excitement for just a second to look out for any high-velocity projectile that might be coming our way -- like, say, an ice cream truck.
Because it may be fun to dance, but it is not fun to be in full-body traction. Really, it's a lesson we all might have learned from the pilot episode (and every opening credits sequence) of My Name is Earl. But maybe this guy doesn't watch that show.
Whatever the case, our sympathies go out to dancing guy -- and so does our gratitude. Thank you, whoever you are. Thank you for the lulz.
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