| Line Dancing and Me |
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Isn't that the corniest title? I like it. Anyhow, I seem to have developed a hobby. "And what might that hobby be?", you ask. Yes, you guessed it: LINE DANCING!!! I know, I know . . . Everyone thinks it's dorky and only for people who wear boots and cowboy hats and gaudy belt buckles, but I say NO! Line dancing is for the people! and to be enjoyed by everyone!!
So I now go line dancing one a week, sometimes twice, and already!, I'm spreadin' the news. Sometimes, on the train on the way to school, I drop subtle hints and send subliminal messages to random passengers in my car. *whispering* "Line dancing . . . fun . . . line dancing . . . fun." It's a sort of conditioning, I suppose. I'm tellin ya, I'm gonna start a real trend here. Actually though, to tell you the truth, my faithful readers, I'd rather NOT get people interested in line dancing. Because the learning session at Iguana Cafe is crowded enough as it is. The last thing I need is more of you shmucks falling over yourselves in a pathetic attempt to learn a line dance. Now now, I'm just messin' wit ya. You know I'm really not that mean. So come one, come all to line dancing. It's a great time. . . . . . . . . . . . . previous next . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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