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67 Reasons to Chill”

I woke up at 6:07, thought it was fate,

but it was just my alarm — two hours late.

Breakfast? Gone. My fridge? Bizarre —

Only held a pack of chicken stars. 🍗✨

Microwave said “No,” oven said “Bruh,”

So I summoned my inner Khaby Lame — duh.

He looked at me like, “Bro, use a pan,”

then did that silent hand thing — the Khaby plan. 🤷🏽‍♂️

I tried to flip ‘em fancy — they flew through the air,

one hit the ceiling, one stuck in my hair.

Now my cat’s a fan, my smoke alarm screams,

and I’m living that crispy, starry dream. 🌟🔥

So here’s to 67 chicken stars tonight,

and Khaby’s mechanism — keeping it light.

No overthinking, no cosmic scars —

Just me, my mess, and my chicken stars. 😌🍗