A day of hell has come to and end.
This day has been disgustingly smolked wwith crazy frog. It all begun when I was doing my lovely aerobics and the instructor all of sudden gets a icky "playful" look upon her face. "Time for a demi-final!" she says and imagine my shock when that aaaannoying sound comes pumping out of the stereo. "BAAAM BAAANG". To keep my saucy body fit I kept dancing to the Beverly Hills cop-beats, but when the middle part where the crazy frog goes swiningly crrrazy I STOD STILL. Or hopped quitely.
Phew. Thought I was safe back home and skipping off to my friend and ally against CF, Felicia. Just about to tell her of my horrible experience, she hushes me and lets off a video clip on her computer:
HER BROTHER. DANCING. TO CRAZY FROG! He's eight years old and already corrupted. The eveing proceeded in various attempts to expel the deamon of it all from us, but we ended up seeing CF in trench coats flashing his tiny stuff in the garden. Brrr.
BUT... home again in my misery, I found this. Ok, I admit, I failed at first. But I returned and took my vengeance! And so my mind is closer to peaceful again. If there is anything I can do for the author, CF - god please save me - knows where I live.