I'm not going to lie: Each and every friday morning I wake up with Rebecca Black's "Friday" stuck in my head. Of course I don't actually know the entire or even the majority of the song, resulting me in singing (or more so thinking) "It's friday, friday gotta get down on friday..." over and over and over again to the point I almost wish it wasn't friday just so this blasted phrase wouldn't be haunting me.
Years from now I picture myself: A little old creepy lady, an eerily lit room, rocking slowly in a creeking chair, muttering "It's friday, friday gotta get down on friday...".
Doesn't it just send chills down your spine?
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