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This montage was like a car-wreck, horrifying and impossible to ignore. Notice the song itself. The lyrics! Hoory for pliable, plastic women! "You can touch, you can play! I'm always yours." But the young men who parody the song can't even look at each other. On the one hand they're attracted to crypto homo roleplaying. They take off their clothes and rub their own asses, but for most of the video they tend to avoid eye contact with their Ken doll and direct the lyrics towards the camera. It's weird. What does it mean?
By far my favorites were the Turkish dudes. The internet just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
