I would have gone all in on this even if I had simply heard its majestic name.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to lace up my testosterone-drenched roller skates, slink into a snug nylon banana hammock, and pull on an aquamarine mesh headband.
Estrogen-blessed park dwellers beware: Denny Dance is on the loose.
In Heat,
Denny DelVecchio
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The name. The font. The duel antennae. I want this bad boy under my tree next Xmas. Got that Santa? Yeah Denny. I know you're Santa.
Done.
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