I used to think there was a time and place for everything…
… until I just caught a workmate doing the ‘Funky Chicken’ in the hallway.
(and I really wish this was a figment of my imagination)
I used to think there was a time and place for everything…
… until I just caught a workmate doing the ‘Funky Chicken’ in the hallway.
(and I really wish this was a figment of my imagination)
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“Funky chicken” is a euphemism for onanism, yes? Hell awaits.
Comment by Clive — November 6, 2006 @ 6:59 am