This is the not quite tl;dr version of Chromedomelocks & the 3 bares Au Peres. They got rounded up, coalesced and generated the most gratifying harmony since the swingle singers. Reading about someone's walk-on-the-moon moment depends mostly on the power of the action summary or you better make it all new if you're limited to key words.

My walk-on-the-moon moment just happened a few minutes ago. I'm not dreaming - - - it's not a dream, it's R E A L and I'm still alive. If that sounds simple, pack up your troubles in an old jitbag. We're having salisbury steak today, so hold me closer. It's modern Christmas celebration with the love of my life and she walks like an angel walks and I cum stand by that.

I am wearing no underpants. I imagine that it's spontaneous and unrehearsed on my behalf, but I think somehow I was feted because I am sitting here with no underpants in a place 2491 miles from my birthplace just to be able to tell this. Semen, out.