A few years ago I took a seat at an Atlantic City casino roulette table with $20 bucks. The only other person there was an East Asian Indian dude, sort of a fat high roller in his early fifties, who wearing a gold necklace and rings and had obviously been there a long time. He was standing at the end of the table, playing with $50 chips. When this song came on, he went nuts, grinning and bouncing and singing aloud to the dealer and whomever would look at him. Picture it, if you will, this dude goofing around in a thick accent:
"Shape shape shape...shape shape shape...shape your booty! Shape shape shape...shape shape shape...choc-o-lit milk shape... Banilla milkshape! Shape shape shape shape! Shape shape shape! Choc-o-lit milk shape. Choc-o-lit milkshape!"
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