I don't know how chickens dance, but I know when I dance I probably look like one, so today I want to point out that it's Dance Like A Chicken Day. I suppose some chicken advocates--or DANCING chicken advocates--wanted to get this on the calendar to make certain dancing chickens were recognized and not neglected. So in honor of all the [dancing] chickens you know (or knew--Gloria, I haven't forgotten you, even though you gave up the struggle and moved on to that Great Chicken Coop--Free-Range of course--in the sky, even after I helped you get over that little issue you were having with that nasty, ehem, prolapse), throw on your fav dancing tunes, tuck those fists into your armpits, and do some extremely chicken dancing! Do it for Gloria, do it for all the chickens, past present and future, that have meant something to you (even if was only as anonymous chicken nuggets), and do a little dance!
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