Heather and I were watching one of those dance shows last night. They introduced a new dance called the DC special. All you have to do is take three steps forward, two steps backward, then side-step, side-step, and turn around.
I guess I’ll never be able to be a politician because I just can’t dance. What do they call it? The curse of the white man? Well whatever it is I certainly have it. I can’t waltz, I can’t line dance, square dance. In fact the only dance that I really have down is the ‘get to the bathroom quick’ dance.
The people that amaze me the most are those that dance in clogs. CLOGS. I know! I’m pretty sure they call it clogging. When I first heard of clogging the reference was made to dancing in Kentucky. And all this time I thought it was just the food that they ate. Ba da boom!
Well, so much for my political career. If only I had learned to dance. I have everything else down, lying, telling the truth attractively, belittling other people even if none of it is true. I guess that’s OK, I never really wanted to be a politician anyway. But I’ve always secretly wanted to be a clogger. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get back to my lessons.
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