A vacuum cleaner and a carnival procession with a woman speaking barely audible gibberish in the background.
Two copy machines fucking while a bunch of inner-city children play double dutch.
Frat boys butt-chugging beer.
That band Tortoise, if you were just playing their CD in your living room while the Jonas Brothers were brushing their hair, but with the commitment of a real cock-rock guitar solo. There's also a telephone ringing the whole time.
The Dave Matthews Band.