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Wednesday Giggles: Literal Video Version


I know you've probably seen this already, but I had to put it up. DH and I laughed so hard our 5-year-old had to come in and ask us to keep it down.
(via the equally hilarious Shannon Hale and Libba Bray).

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  1. I hate that song so much I was reluctant to watch the video, but I have to say it was totally worth it.

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  2. Oh my goodness, this is so hilarious! I'm still laughing.

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  3. I have seen this before, but it cracks me up every single time.

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  4. Yup, there's a whole bunch of these. I like the "Take On Me" one too! So many giggles.

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  5. RJ, I'm glad. It's so many flavors of awesome.

    Liza, it has a lasting effect. I'm still giggling intermittently as well.

    Meljean, I foresee many viewings.

    Janice, excellent! I must expand my literal video viewing.

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  6. Hahahaaaa. That was sooo funny. Thanks for sharing!

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  7. Emily, my pleasure!

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  8. I think "Mullet with headlights" is going to be a phrase I say often.
    Thank you. :)

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  9. Carrie, and I say this with all sincerity, you are so welcome.

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  10. Anonymous12:00 PM

    Ouch Ouch! My stomach hurts form laughing so hard heehee

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  11. Angie,
    You have just broadened my horizons and opened the door for me to have a whole new reason to look for weird things on YOUTUBE!

    so many things to love have to choose only one line..........

    "the gayest man on earth would think that this was totally over the top!!!!!!!!!"
    holy cow.

    Thanks I needed that.
    Karen :)

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  12. Karen, happy to broaden your literal video horizons. The floodgates are open now! hehe.

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