I was watching my wife dance around the house to Chuck Berry's "Rock and Roll Music."
She was spinning around the living room, snapping her fingers and just having a great time. As she was smiling and grooving to Mr. Berry, I realized something:
She can't dance.
At all.
There is not one ounce of rhythm in her body.
It's like she's got the heart of Baryshnikov and the moves of Frankenstein.
2 Comments:
XD you're funny. :P i dont think your wife, or any other person for that matter, would appreciate being called a franky on the dancefloor though.
tsk, have your helmet at the ready!
oh yeah.. the marriage rule thingies are hilarious.. hope to read more of it soon~
don't mind me.. i'm just a bored person who likes to bloghop when faced with boredom. :P
Glad you enjoy the blog.
Keep checking back. My wife is truly hilarious.
MB
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