A co-worker wanted to play with his iPaq a few month ago. That’s not a euphemism for masturbation. It’s PDA with a video camera. So I performed an impromptu piece of interpretive dance which he sent to me last night. I’d forgotten about it, and in retrospect it’s quite breathtaking.
It’s kind of like a vaudeville version of the ‘robot’ which turns into some shadow boxing towards the end. Really, really ahead of its time. And I’m especially glad I was wearing my Jersey Shore Adidas top thingy that day. Please enjoy.
DORK!
Nice free-stylin’ – that’s the way Dave rolls, yo!
Wowzahs! I guess when you said you could F up a dance floor, you weren’t kidding. I’d like to propose a dance off.
I needed that laugh today, thanks!!
Um…maybe you are gay after all…
Only me and the football bats, french horns and easter parades know for sure.
Dave,
What is that tune your humming? It’s the catchiest melody I’ve ever heard.
ooops,
I meant, “you’re humming”.
Camo’s calves have me in a tizzy.
Bravo, I found “him” at last!!! That gifted man who taught Michael Jackson how to moonwalk.