The story · 2004
The story of The Ketchup Packet
It started in a cafeteria and went straight to the spring dance. Pinch the corner, tear it with your teeth, then squirt in every direction with big sweeping arms. The fry move came next, a stiff-legged hop. By June even the vice principal knew it, and he did the tearing part alarmingly well.
The mustard remix, which went counterclockwise, caused at least one major collision every single dance.





