Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

I really do not get what dancing is all about. People dance to .. get sexed up? To show off that they are so very sexy and cool and hip? To actually have fun? To attract members of the opposite sex? How does one do that when they behave more like .. I don’t know .. Space monkeys meet Ewoks. When you go to a club, notice that everybody dances facing the bar, for some reason or another. Mystifying, humans are. Also, the women there who ’shake their booty (what kind of a term is that anyway?)’ like Beyonce or whatever look like they’re suffering, like an anus probe is being shoved up their arses. They grimace and they pout and they look like they’re gonna cry.  Most men pretty much have two left feet. Ach, throw in two left arms as well. Notice what they do with their hands (flapping action, wanking action, mimes and etc.) .. The dance, oh, the dance. Want to have a good laugh? Go to a club.

Clubbing. I used to be hankering to go. I would still go, today. If you go to a club and see a girl sitting in a corner laughing by herself, that might just be me.

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