One fatefull day I met Joe Schmoe. He
was standing on a street corner, trying
to earn some scratch. At
the time I didn't know what made me
first take notice. But now I do! It
was that funky chicken dance. Chicken
wings and feet going every which way.
Once you glanced at him it was all over.
An immediate double take would occur.
That's all she wrote. Now you couldn't
help but watch him. Hours would pass
like minutes. There you were. Gawking
at a dancing chicken. The final straw
was the expression on his face. It was
if he were dancing to
avoid a rendezvous with Col.Sanders.
You couldn't help yourself from
thinking, "I could just kiss him"!
To further illustrate my point, I have
produced this visual aid.
CAUTION:
Don't look directly into the chickens'
eyes!
THIS IS YOUR BRAIN......
THIS IS YOUR BRAIN
ON THE CHICKEN DANCE.....
You won't believe what happens next!
