Dr.NoiseWater
Member
I decided to heed your advice. I told myself that I would dance my ass off the next time I heard some music. Belive you me, sister, I broke it down. I threw in a little pop and lock punctuated by the moonwalk. Not to be outdone by anyone else I even incorporated some Usher moves to really set the tone to everyone else that I could break it down.
I was working up a pretty nasty sweat with pit stains on the ole underarms. I even had a batch of from-unda-cheese brewing. I also made my way to a special lady to rub my man parts on her lady parts as we danced. Who cares if she was two days older than baseball? Who am I to judge?
But she didn't take the bait. Everyone closed their hymns and tortured me, telling me I should be more respectful at a funeral parlor. And I thought "Well I'll be a horses pecker. This OP is full of shite..."
What say you?
I was working up a pretty nasty sweat with pit stains on the ole underarms. I even had a batch of from-unda-cheese brewing. I also made my way to a special lady to rub my man parts on her lady parts as we danced. Who cares if she was two days older than baseball? Who am I to judge?
But she didn't take the bait. Everyone closed their hymns and tortured me, telling me I should be more respectful at a funeral parlor. And I thought "Well I'll be a horses pecker. This OP is full of shite..."
What say you?