We all have one unique talent that makes us special. For some people, it’s music; for others, languages, or the culinary arts, or quantum mechanics. For this man, it’s putting pants on to Europe's "Final Countdown."
For us far less dextrous plebes, putting our pants on is a menial task we perform every morning, often with the assistance of a loved one or a zipper-puller or a crowbar. For this anthropomorphized puddle of Alex Mack goo, it’s nothing less than an art form.
Watching this man put his pants on to the dulcet tones of Swedish hair metal is like nothing you’ve ever seen before. It’s like watching Baryshnikov dance, or Caruso sing. It’s like sitting in Ferran Adria’s kitchen while he tests out his latest whimsical gastronomic creation, or being in the same room with James Joyce when he drafted the plot of Ulysses. It’s like staring in the eyes of God and hearing him say, “You are my most wondrous creation,” or like...well, this Redditor puts it best:
Yeah. Word. It’s like that.
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