Yes, I challenge you—with a single white, sequined glove. That's right: It's a Michael Jackson challenge. Can you or someone you love do the moonwalk?
Tonight, there was a moonwalk-on-ice race on this show called Banzai, which inspired Mr. Tangerine to slide out of his slippers and begin moonwalking on the living room rug.
Who's got some mad Jacko skillz? Anyone? Please tell me I'm not the only one living with a closet moonwalker.
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Man, I've seen my husband do the worm. Although there's nothing I would put past him, I won't ask him to do a moonwalk.
Who knows, he might feel it's beneath him or something.
Yeah, we have lots of moonwalking and worming around here. Of course, he's just 8 and it is to be expected.
I can moonwalk. At least, I can do something that resembles an amateurish moonwalk. Or at least, could when I was younger.
I can't moonwalk. I'm an expert baby dangler.
I don't know anyone who can moonwalk, but my sister has vitiligo.
Ok, I can do it, but I won't do it. The Ex used to do it every time he got drunk--oy.
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