Peace out, Alfonso Ribeiro. Or not. Whatevs.
And then I had a twisted thought, as is the custom in my Pumpkin Spice Latte addled grey matter.
Evidence of the twisted. No wonder I have nightmares about tornadoes.
not kidding, of course.
Though I am wondering if perhaps Alfonso’s publicist started the RIP facebook page so that he can come out and remind everyone that he isn’t dead. That he is, in fact, alive and well and bored of living off of the royalties he gets from all of the gifs of him dancing to Tom Jones songs. And by the way, does anyone have a need for some silly 90s dance moves on a current hit show? How about a Carlton cameo in a movie?
Wait. Do people really get royalties from gifs? If so, I’m gonna start making some. I can attempt to ride a skateboard and fall off and get my kids to make their eyes really wide when they see some cupcakes, too. Maybe I’ll get the whole fam to do and homage to Carlton’s elbow-swinging dance moves. See you all on my yacht next year, suckas!
Until then, don’t cross me. I’ll facebook voodoo you if you do. RIP, jerk faces.
But please download my gifs, ‘kay? Alfonso Ribeiro’s
life career rejuvenation (and my chances for a boat) are in your hands. (Or let’s make gifs for money together. Then we can race our new boats!)
He can’t just do “Carlton Dance” flash mobs forever. Even if they are awesome.