There's a guy dressed in somekind of crotchless blue latex panties and he's jumping up and down on one of those inflatable bouncy toys, like a giant beach ball with handles. I'm sure there is a very interesting psychoanalysis to go with it in some shrink's filing cabinet. 
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Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul
I wouldn't mistreat you baby, for my weight in gold.
-Son House, Death Letter Blues
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