As you hopefully look to the New Year with anticipation, as you are thankful for all the beautiful people in your life right now(as we all should be), remember this: there are people suffering all over the world.
Like me.
It’s been caused by this ridiculous thing called Gangnam Style. Scores of people continue to throw themselves on cold ground, screaming in pain and begging for mercy.
It’s reminiscent of the crippling epidemic of random vomiting in the mid 90′s caused by the Macarena.
It hit us all before the scars had healed from the emotional and fashion damage caused by MC Hammer, or Hammer (or would someone drop the damn hammer on this guy already?). U Can’t Touch This left me traumatized and shaken, like a scared little bunny afraid to come out the hole I escaped to. I was an innocent (that’s right) college girl at the time and a member of the dance team. We were like the Laker Girls, but less hot. And less talented. And with cheesy costumes. We were forced to dance Hammer Style center court in front of a full stadium. I still have nightmares about my Running Man not being up to par. No child should feel that pain.
Spreading the infection together. Image via Just Jared
I can just turn it all off now, right? No. My girls are addicted to The Annoying Orange. This fruit recently did a parody of Gangnam Style. I’ll admit, it was funny the first time.
Once, twice, three times is crazy.
It’s been playing constantly. They know it word for word. They sing it all the time. Not quietly. Not sweetly. Together. As loud as they can.
Hey, flexy gra-pay!
I am sharing this video, not because I hate you dear readers, but as a way for you to appreciate that you are not at my house now, listening to this for the 645, 859th time.
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