Dear Internet Friends,
Please do not post one more damn video of you, your dog or your grandmother doing the Harlem Shake. You've spammed my Facebook with videos of you shaking your goods in a Power Ranger costume, holding some sort of very phallic pool noodle.
We shouldn't know each other that well.
I'm not saying it wasn't fun while it lasted, but this gyrating affair needs to come to an end before we're both bitter.
When you first busted in on my screen and offered me an escape from productivity at work, I'll admit that I bit. I was interested in the goods. Your carefree style offered me a brief reprieve from my cube, and I was tempted to jump in on your impromptu dance party.More »