The PS22 chorus in New York City sings Eye of the Tiger. This is what happens when librulz allow music to remain in the schools. Little black kids start singing old 80s tunes! And they’re good! And maybe they learn something about community and tolerance and the arts, and about white kids and black kids and brown kids and yellow kids all singing in harmony! Who taught them this nonsense? Behold their totally hippy dippy choir instructor! I bet it was him! He’s the culprit! Get a haircut, hippy! No birkenstocks on school grounds! You’re gonna give all those kids the gay!
I can’t take credit for this. My friend Moog can take credit. I don’t even think she can take full credit. I think someone at her work created it based on pictures taken by my former roommate friend straight cakin’, son, and based on her impeccable photoshopping skills. But I don’t care who created it! Because it is exactly awesome. And I can and do take credit for how awesome my dog is. I also take credit for thrusting Bailey, the second doggie star of this little movie, upon straight cakin’, son.
“I’m bringing home a dog! Wait, I can’t have two dogs. Do you want a dog? No? Well, here! Have a dog! “
That’s basically how Bailey came to be straight cakin’, son’s dog. It only took two months, but he fell hook, line, and sinker for my master manipulation. Sucka!