Wednesday, 10 April 2013

Dance, dance, dance

I admire people who have natural grace and know how to move. My style of dancing is stuck somewhere between glowstick twirling goth and awkward 70s dad (unless I'm drunk because then I'n NATURALLY the dancing queen).
This is why I don't trust men who hit on me at nightclubs. I mean, WHY would you want to get with someone who looks like an embarrassing uncle at a wedding, being repeatedly zapped with a cattle-prod?

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