You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself

You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around That what it's all about!

I removed the gun from my mouth. Could it be so simple? I did the hokey pokey & turned myself around. Instantly my depression lifted! That IS what it's all about! I had to tell the

Others. So I went to my special place and summoned my friends. They came slowly, one by one, and each time, I did my little dance. "See, THAT'S what it's all about!" Dead silence.

Of course all my friends WERE dead, so dead silence made sense. After summoning them I laid out the supplies for the ritual, made a wand out of HP Lovecrafts bones and did a dance

that I had been practicing for at least as long as I could walk. Some people said my parents were messed up, but as my friends slowly appeared, I couldn't help but think

that my parents were right. My friends were all brandishing swords and I felt secure knowing that if they were to attack, I could defend myself. My parents passed down their ninja

pants to me, so at least I knew I looked like a ninja even though they were pretty damp by now. Buster, my best friend, drew his sword and shouted "Now!' and all my other friends

home made pubic hair trombone which I collected from all of my family over one hot Khazarian summer weekend on Bernard's Star Threesome-a-go-go. My neighbors said I sounded like Dv

orak and, truthfully, I did have a czechered past. I launched into "Bohemiam Rhapsody" & everyone joined in, making light of the odd moment. Weirdos, all of us.