It is no secret that I live under a rock. It is, therefore, extremely unlikely that you will ever, not ever, come across any finger on any pulse anything, should you happen by here.
This post is for one person. The one person who lives under a rock, inside a cave, perched atop a pyramid-shaped island close to Bermuda, awaiting a half moon for a sporadic-at-best dial-up connection. To the one person who has never, ever, not ever, seen anything to do with The Fun Theory, this is for you. Put a skip in your step. Make your heart sing.
And for you seasoned lot with the skippy feet and soprano heart rates, put another smile on your dial.
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