Yes, happy birthday, Tristan!!!
I wasn't going to do this, but the boys here talked me into it. So without further ado, here's your present, Tristan old buddy.
Efstratios begins to remove his clown outfit, while mouthing half-heartedly something which sounds like bad striptease music
Da na na na.... hum.... dana na na.... Da na na na... hum... dana na na...
He slips off his suspenders and unbuttons his big enormous buttons.
Da na, da na, da naaaaaa
His big floppy shoes are kicked into the corner, and he begins to remove his underwear while his pants are still on.... and he keeps pulling and pulling and it's just more underwear tied together, in a big long continuous stream of multicolored cotton.
Now tell me watcha want, whatcha really really want...
His pants drop to the floor, revealing big pink shorts with purple polka dots
If you wanna be my lover... you gotta get with my friends...
He grinds against a balloon animal while juggling
I'm going to continue dancing and stripping until someone pays for my college education to get me to stop.
He honks his big red nose and threatens to continue.
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