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Grammy Nominated Award Winning Music Video

Greetings, all! 




Homeschooledmando and I finished our random music video (which if you didn't hear about, click here to read about it!!!). 



Click on the link below to watch our award-winning performance. You'll need a password (see below) to access the video (due to technical difficulties, we had to use Vimeo instead of YouTube). 

password: rmv2020
( r m v 2 0 2 0) 

Hope you enjoy laughing at our pain and embarrassment. 


F.Y.I.-if you plan to participate in this challenge, your video is due TOMMORROW (which also happens to be my birthday...XD) and you can post the link in the comments below. XP
Also: don't forget to check out Homeschooledmando's version of this post!!! 


Tune in next week to hear about part 3 of our Random Blog Party: The Random Art Contest!!! :D 


LEGO® -Homeschooledmando

Namarie!!! 

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