06 April 2010

crank it up to eleven and let's dance!

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Rock the hell out, man....

No. Really.

I think some of my floor struts may need replacing, my neighbors may have just called the police on me... and... uhm... tell you what! Next time I'm ever at a disco? I, like, SO am going to be wearing a bra. Okay?

Yeesh!
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Burn off extra calories....
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Okay, man. I did about a half hour straight of seeeeeerious aerobics, scared off the cops... and their dogs... and noticed that the extraterrestrial surgeon god has, in fact, done a MASTERFUL job of bolting my head back onto my body. Believe me, if all my flipping around and strangling myself in bed had not been enough to convince me, this dancing jag has erased any doubt, has done more than a thousand x-rays to assure the old girl she's not going to lose it next time she whips around to go snake-eyed on you.

That felt so good I'm having another cup of coffee and gonna smoke a cigarette, in peace, before I resume "celebrating" the general insanity. You should join me.
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6 comments:

  1. LOL...

    OK, now the dogs are looking at me, convinced I've totally lost it.

    Concrete floors, the house is safe!

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  2. Let's start a fitness school! :o)

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  3. Oh that's better...

    I restarted Firefox. Your page was being all wiggy. The photos and your masthead were coming up as black boxes. The links worked, but no photos
    except for Naomi.

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  4. Yikes! ETs have invaded yer PC!

    At least you had Naomi, though... actually should be good enough for any man....

    Ready to dance s'more?

    I'm rarin' to go!

    !!!!

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  5. Waiting for the Glucosamine to kick in!

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  6. Okay. Just alert me, and we can start when yer ready.....

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