Arm chairs? Check.
Oates's mustache volumizing gel? Check.
Cigarettes? Check.
GUY IN DEVIL COSTUME? Check on that.
Oates's tux ensemble from space? Checkity check.
Wheelbarrow full of quaaludes? Check.
Wait, we need one wheelbarrow for Hall and one MORE for Oates.
Yep. Check on both those. We even brought a weird robe for Hall.
Okay, then let's shoot this thing.
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You have ALMOST ruined this song for me...nope, wait...it's ruined forever now.
thanks. I've now thrown productivity for the end of the day out the window while trolling through YouTube's collection of Hall & Oates videos.
That is EXACTLY how I pay the devil to replace things. Throw the money I stash under my ashtray into the folds of his red sequined, diamond dusted cape. They captured it. Brillz.
She is gone because the two of them are inseparable and just kept sitting in their stupid armchairs smoking and taking quaaludes and nodding off. She had places to go (or at least pacing back and forth to do)
They look like precursor to Beavis and Butthead in a creepy basement.
Wow. I had no idea that either that song was H&O, or that Oates looked so damn rakish with a beard. He should never have shaved it to go with that Tom Selec porn 'stache look in the '80s. Seriously.
Oh, the sandals. So out they're in.
What went wrong, indeed.
Props to bd for catching the sandals. I think I begged for a pair of blue wedgies in 1978. I never dared dream for wedgie sandals!
Still, even with a bathrobe (or should I call it a smoking kimono?)
socks = not sexy. Ever.
Whoa. I think somebody went as David Bowie for Halloween that year...
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