“We were all like, ‘Who’s that kid with the racing stripes on his jacket’ and the kid started moving and his moves said, ‘THAT’S who the kid with the racing stripes on his jacket is.’
“None of us could argue with that, so we just watched and hooted and praised his name, which we did not know.”
– Stunned onlooker who declined to give his name
Once upon a time, this would have been the prelude to a ritual killing, but today it’s just harmless dance fun! See how good we’ve got it these days?
“You think you’re gonna live another, 60, 70, 80 years? Well, I tell you what. My BELLY is gonna outlive the lot of you! Just look at this thing. Jesus, just check out the hair and the roundness and how it moves to the music. How can something this beautiful ever die? I’ll tell you, buddy. IT CAN’T.”
Maybe we’ll go off together, start a family of half-human, half-steel-rail kids. THEY WOULD BE BEAUTIFUL! Strong, but with good dance moves like me. Hey, YOU SHUT UP! You don’t even understand!
Leave me be. Leave me and my new wife alone. We’ve got some welding to do.
When you are in the desert, starving and dying of thirst, and someone gives you a canteen of water, you will gulp it down and swear it’s the best water you ever had.
Same goes for entertainment when you’re sitting, bored, waiting for a show to start.
When he danced, this Man of Squeal, someone yelled out, “What’s your Kryptonite?”
As he grabbed his crotch and thrusted, he yelled back, “When someone turns off the music!”
While you were texting and nodding your head at the band, this man was p0wning your unwrinkled ASS.
You didn’t even know it.