It’s not every day you come across someone watching you sensuously, crazily, bongo-ily with the professional soul searing stare only a Belgian hanging from the ceiling can produce. That is unless you’ve unearthed Jean-Claude Van Damme from a yoga den full of random sports-splits, and questionably fashionable acid-wash WrestleMania pants and thrown into a 2013 commercial complete with a fire flute, because naturally. But, well, that’s what we’ve got here.
The Van Damme implores you enjoy his musical stylings and marvel at his creepy flexibility — all things we never get to see anymore — with good reason. Nothing can top this –unless someone thought to make a Van Damme bongo playing, crotch splitting, and white guy grooving mash up.
Someone thought to make a Van Damme bongo playing, crotch splitting, and white guy grooving mash up.
