In my head, join me if you will, I am seeing a very large Chicken. This chicken, Henry, has very ruffled feathers. Why you ask? Because he is a Funky Chicken. Henry likes to dance. Henry has spent most of today dancing inside my head.
I had tech rehearsal today and that is when Henry first appeared. He's really a great pal, keeping me company at rehearsal.
What kind of dances does Henry do? Good question.
Well, Henry is a very talented chicken. We started off the day with a bit of classical ballet. He then began to tap dance. After tap, Henry busted a move. That's right we got us a gangsta mutha clucka up in herrrr.
We then calmed things down a bit and Henry showed off his jazzy side. After a quick break, Henry turned up the volume and went back in time to the disco era and had that Saturday Night Fever (commonly mistaken as the bird flu). He polkas, conga-lines, head-bangs, river-dances, and shuffles. Henry's shinning moment was his tribute to Broadway. This entailed a very lengthy (but in a good way) medley of showtunes, in which he had choreographed to the tee. Henry's passion though, although he spent a lot of time on Broadway (he knows I like that kind of stuff, he's so nice to me), is belly-dancing. After his bunny-hops, his swings, squares, jigs and hulas; Henry closed the evening with a nice ballroom number. For this he enlisted the help of his friend, and ours, Heidi the Swedish Cow. Together they glided across the dancefloor so beautifully I had to stop and pay them full attention. Luckily I was stopped at a red light. Henry's finale was an inspirational interpretive dance, symbolizing hope through the act of the hatching of an egg. It was truly unbelievable.
Thanks Henry. I will sleep in peace and will fill my dreams with the hope you have given me. I will never be able to thank you enough.
Tech rehearsal again tomorrow (11-4). Will we be seeing you again Henry?
There is no word. He must be meditating.
In the words of Henry's distant relatives owners:
Bon Appetit.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
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"That's right we got us a gangsta mutha clucka up in herrrr." I almost wet myself and then woke up my roommate snorting with laughter.
I know Allison already said something, but I just have to say...
Gangsta mutha clucka? Oh. my. wow.
There are no words to describe your genius. (I'm actually not kidding!)
I don't know what's wrong with you, but I love it, and you better never try to get it fixed. :D
Word verification: noines. Sounds like an STD.
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