Good evening Europe!

Ladies & gentlemen, the big day has come, the climax of your musical year, the tackiest show on earth, the Eurovision Song Contest is about to begin. Put your glitter outfit on, start practising lifting up your arms in the air, get your score sheet and a reasonable amount of good friends and booze and witness the only thing that unites Europeans.
When I was a kid (this status was valid until 1 year ago), my sister and I would record the show every year and watch it over and over, learned the songs in phonetic Finnish and Swiss-German and would have our own Eurovision in the living-room.
Last week, my sister and I got together and remembered our years of living-room fame and decided to put on a highly glamorous Eurovision show right there in her house with glitter and emotions. Here is a video of our performance, this is Croatia 1993, in Croatian yes, well phonetic Croatian anyways. See how we shake our legs and swing our hips, see how se lift our arm in the air for the final verse, see how we are simply ready for Athens tonight.
For those of you who are in Europe and watch the show, please vote for France, because this year's song is so bad that I don't think we'll get any other votes otherwise. Thanks.