Demon Turtles? Aw Snap!
More than a few times in the last couple of weeks I've found myself daydreaming, vividly, about breakdancing. I think I'm going to learn, and I don't think you can stop me. (unless you're a pretty girl with nice underwear, or at the very least own a reflective sign) Sometime soon I will be getting straight up funky, the rug will be cut, the bomb will be dropped, and that preverbal "thang" will have been "brought". I will not make a big deal about, I wont even mention it again and you will already have forgotten about this by the time I break it out. Which will add to amazement, I think.
Dancing. I hating dancing. I hate it so much that in my need to show how much I hate the whole affair I've actually started doing it. Regularly. Simply as a sarcastic reminder to others that anyone can effectively shake on beat, and I do mean anyone. It just takes confidence that your particular brand of gyration is sexier than the others. I find, while attempting to dominate the dancing territory, that it's extremely hard to look sexy while holding a Heineken bottle in the standard white man dance stance.
But somehow my hate has gone plaid, and there's a serene place in my mind where dancing is a glorious way to meet incredibly flaky people. It can sometimes be fun, so as long as someone else is dancing more poorly than yourself. Thankfully, this has always been the case.
Dancing. I hating dancing. I hate it so much that in my need to show how much I hate the whole affair I've actually started doing it. Regularly. Simply as a sarcastic reminder to others that anyone can effectively shake on beat, and I do mean anyone. It just takes confidence that your particular brand of gyration is sexier than the others. I find, while attempting to dominate the dancing territory, that it's extremely hard to look sexy while holding a Heineken bottle in the standard white man dance stance.
But somehow my hate has gone plaid, and there's a serene place in my mind where dancing is a glorious way to meet incredibly flaky people. It can sometimes be fun, so as long as someone else is dancing more poorly than yourself. Thankfully, this has always been the case.