Wednesday, 21 March 2012

Boogie Nights

I want to go dancing. And not rubbing genitals together dancing but PROPER dancing. The sort of dancing that makes you look a bit of a fool. I'm dreaming of living in times like these:


And anyone who says that it can't be done today, that our music is different and it requires our modern form of dance (if you can really call grinding dancing); well, here's my comeback:

Excuse me whilst I go dance the night away.


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