As it turned out, our King was on a rocket of weirdness with inexhaustible fuel. I suspect now we'll start hearing new stories. Shocking.
In fifth grade, Mr. Straughn left the room for a moment, and my buddy Augusto got up on a table in the back of class, lowered his pants below his bare behind, then proceeded to do what he called a mooooonwalk.
Watch it. Watch it. Watch it! Too easy.
Have a good weekend, peoples.
PS
Pretty crazy. *The* icon of the 80s and a major icon of the 70s passing on in the same day. RIP.
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