Imagine a New York City subway at rush hour - only the passengers are decked out in thongs, while the car is floating like a reject from Waterworld. Everyone's dancing, fucking or simply too blasted to stand. The place reeks of beer, pot and crusty cum.

This is what Lake Havasu, Arizona experiences every year at spring break. There's more meat being crushed together than a Montana cattle drive, and by God they're hornier. The sheer yardage of flesh is enough to warrant lining the floor of your shop with newspapers, lest certain customers blow a gasket on the way to the cash register.

Much like the Havasu partiers, said customers will spring from the younger set. You'll recognize 'em instantly: the kind who listen to bands like Soul Clown and Lyrical Lizard and actually know why their inclusion on the soundtrack is an apparent selling point. (Here in the office, we old farts prefer to play our Edgar Varese records - backwards.)

Frankly we found that brief exposure to this vid was more than enough, especially since [it seemed like] the videographer was at least as buzzed as the crowd. For the right audience, it won't matter one damned bit.