TM 154 - Dance
Dance
Disco. It is a pulsing rhythm, a beat that begins in one's heart and moves quickly and steadily into one's pants.
Disco. It is a glorious sound that propels one off of one's ass and onto the dance floor.
Disco. It is the groove that causes bootys to shake, and hips to bump, and occasionally, fun places to get rubbed together.
Disco. It is wonderful. But what could make it better?
Roller skates.
The setting: The big roller disco competition in Kenosha.
The players: Well, there's only one real "player" here, and his name is Fez, and his butt looks great in tight white pants. Hee. But, we'll say that it is Fez (the cool one), Jackie (the foxy one), Hyde (the foolish, but lucky one) and Kelso (the stupid whore one).
The scene: Jackie has, wisely, entered the roller disco competition in Kenosha, where pairs of talented dancers will compete for the glory of being the best discoers-on-roller skates in the greater Kenosha area. The evening is ripe with the promise of satin hot pants, colorful suspenders and a great deal of women falling on the floor (requiring help to their feet, providing many opportunities to cop a feel).
Jackie, you see, has asked Hyde to be her partner, who has turned her down. Personally, I do not understand, but it is good for me. Kelso volunteers, but since he is a whore who cheats on Jackie and makes her unhappy, she decides to decline his offer. Which leaves her with only the dancing machine, Fez, who is more than happy to strap on his boogie shoes and dance with her.
Of course, we win. We win because of our mutual love of disco and the fact that both our butts look good while skating. And even better, our win makes Kelso very very jealous of what a great dancer and partner I am, which makes me happy.
God bless America. And God bless roller disco.
((locked from Caroline))
Alas, stupid Fez passed up on the chance to score with a tipsy Jackie. Damn you, Batman-Fez. I will never again listen to the advice of imaginary superheroes on my shoulder. Even if I could not do it, I bet that I would at least have gotten to second base, instead of waiting for almost two years.
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Disco. It is a pulsing rhythm, a beat that begins in one's heart and moves quickly and steadily into one's pants.
Disco. It is a glorious sound that propels one off of one's ass and onto the dance floor.
Disco. It is the groove that causes bootys to shake, and hips to bump, and occasionally, fun places to get rubbed together.
Disco. It is wonderful. But what could make it better?
Roller skates.
The setting: The big roller disco competition in Kenosha.
The players: Well, there's only one real "player" here, and his name is Fez, and his butt looks great in tight white pants. Hee. But, we'll say that it is Fez (the cool one), Jackie (the foxy one), Hyde (the foolish, but lucky one) and Kelso (the stupid whore one).
The scene: Jackie has, wisely, entered the roller disco competition in Kenosha, where pairs of talented dancers will compete for the glory of being the best discoers-on-roller skates in the greater Kenosha area. The evening is ripe with the promise of satin hot pants, colorful suspenders and a great deal of women falling on the floor (requiring help to their feet, providing many opportunities to cop a feel).
Jackie, you see, has asked Hyde to be her partner, who has turned her down. Personally, I do not understand, but it is good for me. Kelso volunteers, but since he is a whore who cheats on Jackie and makes her unhappy, she decides to decline his offer. Which leaves her with only the dancing machine, Fez, who is more than happy to strap on his boogie shoes and dance with her.
Of course, we win. We win because of our mutual love of disco and the fact that both our butts look good while skating. And even better, our win makes Kelso very very jealous of what a great dancer and partner I am, which makes me happy.
God bless America. And God bless roller disco.
((locked from Caroline))
Alas, stupid Fez passed up on the chance to score with a tipsy Jackie. Damn you, Batman-Fez. I will never again listen to the advice of imaginary superheroes on my shoulder. Even if I could not do it, I bet that I would at least have gotten to second base, instead of waiting for almost two years.
(386)