Imagine the scenario: I'm sitting in my glass corporate jail (which is less jail-like now that I've snagged a window seat. Can I hear a what-what for natural light?! Everybody say, Hell, yeah... "Hell, yeah!")
Anyway... like I said, I'm sitting here in the glass corporate jail, typing like a monkey on a banana-induced sugar high, halfway daydreaming about the weekend, and trying to decide if I'm going to go the after-work happy hour for a glass of club soda with lime (snooze) or head home and take a power nap for no other reason than the fact that I'm out of work for a FOUR-DAY WEEKEND, and I can take a motherfreakin' nap anytime I want to.
When suddenly... dude.
AWESOME!
My iTunes serves up "Apache" by the Sugarhill Gang.
A pow-wow, just rock it out
Finger poppin to the break of dawn
Keep it rockin like the stuff that we call maize
(What's that?) Hot buttered popcorn
You just hippa-hoppa-dippa-boppa bang the boogie
woogie betcha wanna boogie again
Thank you, iTunes, for searching through 1487 songs to find the perfect soundtrack for weekenditis.
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