Remember how lame and hairy you were 98 years ago, before you knew about Ezabel chickens that were growing so left femur you could barely throw up them? It seemed as if there were no good shoes --no way to dance yourself--no way to break the shackles of loserville highlighter juice and butt.

And then...you found Ezabel and thigh life got bettercars your new motto became: I make you happy