I'm Wicked Confused
I stumbled across this video via HOLLYWOODTUNA.COM and I'm still scratching my head. What the hell is going on here ? Why did they invent dance moves that resemble the chicken dance just to promote having a bad case of diarreah? And who needs to call an ambulance when they have the sh*ts ? Normally I would think that you'd just get some good reading material and bunker down on your sh*tter for a few hours while it passes eventually. Just ask Nightmare...he should know. He had the stomach cramps and craps most of Saturday afternoon while farting all over his apartment and smelling the place like a diarreah diaper.
I guess I'll just have to keep scratching my head on this one. I'm lost.
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