Or is he the BEST wedding DJ ever? Either way, I’ll never think of that beautiful Phil Collins song in the same way again.
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What. The. Fuck.
There’s a typo in your post, Kelly — you spelled “execrable” wrong. I don’t think it’s grammatically possible to use “beautiful” as a descriptor in any sentence with Phil Collins.
Half of what makes this video a hit is the woman’s indifference.
I wish we could see it with Sussudio playing to see if he was in beat with the song….
Also, the song is clearly dubbed over (transition from conga line to the middle section of this song is FAIL.)
I dunno, Sloggers, playing a song about a helpless man drowning is quite appropriate at a wedding reception.
Am I right, guys
That drum break comes out of nowhere.
Looks like worst wedding ever. If you can’t spring for a halfway decent venue, let alone a decent DJ, just give it up and get married at City Hall.
FAT CHICKS! YES!
seriously i love big girls. this one is so…. calm. what is her job here? supervisor?
is that how people dress for weddings these days? dear god.
#3
Yes, she stands there expressionless and indifferent- like she’s so used to it now that her mind travels out of her body to somewhere else… So used it she doesn’t realize how inappropriate it is for the circumstances.
I like that the internet proves that the weirdest, most absurd thing you can think of has probably happened.
Oh, yeah and I am not sure what those people were doing, but it wasn’t the conga. More like the wrong-a
Who cut the video before she slugged him? Terrible…
That did not have the ending that I expected.
just, whaat? I’ve seen a lot of things, in real life and on the internets, and like, what? weddings are sad sometimes but dang! really? a PC fill boobslap? and NO REACTION? I say the DJ is…troubling, and this is the worst ‘wedding’ evar!
@8 YES! ditched the traditional wedding and ran off with my honey to San Francisco City Hall, one of the most beautiful venues out there. Ate and drank our way through a wonderful long weekend, rented a convertible and drove up the coast. Ate at Chez Panisse. Didn’t miss the lousy DJ or drunk uncle Fester for a minute.