I was recently on a flight, and I kept dancing in my seat.  I just could not contain it.  First, there was a little head bob. Then, my shoulders started uncontrollably moving.  I tried to hold it in, but my smooth groove could not be contained. Dang that Justin Bieber.   He was responsible for starting it off…or was he?   Was this bouncy, carefree groove the source of my glee or was it something else?  Stop, hammer time!  Just kidding:).

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