All last Thursday, I was running around work saying that I wanted to go dancing. That night, Damon and I headed to the Walnut Street Tap, previously known as Cracksis Axis Nightclub…One long island and I was ready to go. I was a hip-shakin snake of a thing, writhing around like a hoodrat, hoodrat, hoochie mama.
In one bold attempt at sex appeal, I got low. I dropped it like it was hot, if you will, and….
***rrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiippppppp***
In what was perhaps the LEAST SEXIEST thing in the world, my favorite blue jeans in the world were suddenly rendered crotchless. Eyes wide and mouth agape, I stood back up, laughing. How hilariously ridiculous.
Yet, it was somehow appropriate…We are not the couple that grinds with such seriousness on the dance floor. We are the couple that spends the rest of the evening laughing at a tear in my jeans ripped straight up to my hoo-hah.
March 2nd, 2006 at 3:28 am
baaahhh hahaha
oh god.
that’s good.
that’ll be in the ol’ noodle making me laugh at inappropriate times for a while.
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March 2nd, 2006 at 5:28 am
You had me at “hoo-hah.” Unfortunately it was the last thing you said. Not that you didn’t have me before that, but… hell, I don’t know where this is going.
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March 2nd, 2006 at 9:29 am
hi. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! you just made me laugh out loud.
and it is madonna. hoo-hah.
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March 3rd, 2006 at 2:16 pm
You should whip iout the crotchless pants again because we’re going salsa dancing tomorrow night!!! I’m pretty sure that having an exposed hoo-hah is a plus in salsa dancing.
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