Voodoo Charlie and twenty-seven men, seventeen women. This is a circumstance, not your average party. Voodoo Charlie, he doesn't do the average nuclear American party. He displays his NakedSelf. Voodoo Charlie, he wields a candlestick. He knows how to swallow and then fart flame. Voodoo Charlie, he can ignite those buttons on the thin fabric of your dress. V.C.? He knows how to melt anything in his way. And when the light dies down and the major-key music rises, Phoenix-flaming born, Voodoo Charlie, he knows how to deliver the cell-shifting punchline.

Voodoo Charlie, he laughs in one great ancient way as he orders his powerful cocktail.

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