Have you ever wondered what this infatuation we have with meeting other people on the Internet is all about. The other day I was chatting up a bloke, pretending to be a model from a k-mart catalogue when all of a sudden I decided that at this moment in time, would be the best time, to sing the chicken dance song. In my house, a cheer arose, people began to dance, people began to sing. Buts were shaking, people were deciding that "Yes, Life is worth it and no matter what anybody says, I will live. I'm gonna pay back my loans, I'm gonna refuse to rob charities and shoplift from op-shops, I CAN DO IT!" Around the world, speeches were written, people began to dance in the street, "What is that enchanting noise?" And chickens? They began to lay eggs. Did they care that some pervert farmer was coming to look only where gynecologists fear to look, NO. They were quite unanimously sexing up Rooster boy in the back of the pen with their seductive moves. Ahh, I hear you say, but what of the schmuck that sits on the computer, wondering why all the ruckus outside. The man that will be bitterly disappointed when I turn on my web cam and show him my left nostril that has the finest of man hairs growing out of it. What of him. Despair. Nausea. Depression. All he See's is this:
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na
Da Da Da Da
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na
Da da da da
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de deeeeeeeeeeeeeee
de deeeeee deeeeeeeeeee
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de deeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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de de de deeeeeeeee deeeeeeeeeeee
de de de de de
na na na na
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