SHAKE THAT.
Hurricanes and floods and biblical armageddon are no excuse. You will party and you will dance and you will not allow 7-headed beasties and typhoons and those little snot-rocket demons to stop you. Would Iggy Pop stop for that shit? Hell no. Even James Brown won't stop, and he's DEAD. They have to drive a fucking gravel roller over his grave once a week, to tamp it back down. They wear ear plugs while they do it, too, on account of the sheer volume of James Browns' laughter.
The bible says the dead shall not trouble the living, LMNO, but you and I know better. Benjamin Franklin's grave is empty, they say, and his rotting corpse dances to bad industrial in the basement of Liberty Hall. Nobody wants to talk about it, but it's true. The party NEVER ends, at least for those that are serious about it.
And when They try to stop you, dance ON them...One of those Irish jigs that were basically invented by stomping on Roman missionaries. It's the only language they understand, and though they may scream and yell and call for backup, you have the Fighting Jesus on your side, so they're basically fucked (The Fighting Jesus isn't sorry for party rocking).
So DANCE, Boston Boy. There isn't TIME for anything else. Dance til you can finally quit that hysterical laugh, because it's disturbing the neighbors.
DANCE, HUMAN FOOL!
You don't see Waffle stopping. Waffle and Richter are in fact NOT PERMITTED to dance at the same time, but they're all like "FUCK YOU! YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME! SEND MORE BACKUP, ASSHOLES!", and then NATO has to get involved.
I don't recall who said it, but your enemies grow strong when you slow down. So KEEP GOING, fool! DANCE FASTER!
Hell, I have no moves at all, and I CAN'T STOP DANCING. The other managers are sick with revulsion, but my crew understands. They know the fucking deal. They have an intrinsic understanding of Saturday Night, although they do most of their dancing in the back of a squadcar after blowing the back off of the breathalyzer thingie.
But that's okay, because the cops are dancing, too. It's called the Understaffed Boogie, and they lose a lot of weight doing it. So at least they have THAT going for them.
(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-85I9kCrqms8/UJADptyUueI/AAAAAAAAAmM/nbkp1LKeNSM/s640/12+-+1)
SHIT YEAH.
ECH is quite the dancer, too. He doesn't talk about it much, because he's TOO BUSY DANCING. He is a practitioner of Stigmatic Clog Dancing, which he learned during his years with the Mic Mac Native American tribe. He was like a hero to them...Every time they were plagued by a wendigo, he'd go out and stomp the shit out of it. However, in 2000, there were so many wendigos that he was too busy to stop the Bureau of Indian Affairs from shipping the entire tribe to Newark.
He's only human, of course. He can only be in one place at a time (PDX doesn't count).
Nigel dances all the time. She dances down the street, slapping the dogshit out of political pollsters, hipsters, freemasons, and whomever else gets in her way. Once a religious type tried to tell her that what she was doing was immoral...She merely pointed out the Songs of Solomon and then showed him what immorality really WAS, which is why there are no rats OR Calvinists in her neighborhood anymore. The ASPCA made some bad noise about it, and PETA howled for days, but nobody said anything to her. Not after that...Hell, the police arrested the Calvinist, on account of SOMEONE was going to jail, and they weren't gonna take on all the Nigels at once.
AT THE GAY BAR!
(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_4JOn_-dvkY/UJAKTlS8nFI/AAAAAAAAAmo/vA1n3bBizgw/s898/Dancing.jpg)
Now THAT'S what I'm talking about.
That's not a gay bar.
Distinct lack of Abraham Lincoln and/or starting of nuclear war. I'll concede those things may have happened after the photo was taken (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewQzuuG_Njk).
Who do you think's taking the picture?
And this was the weekend before Sandy, so you can draw your own conclusions about any mass destruction that may have resulted.
Winston Churchhill, it is said, spent the entire blitz dancing on the cliffs of Dover, openly mocking the Luftwaffe. Operation Sea Lion was actually postponed because of the resulting poor morale of the German pilots, and was eventually cancelled when they realized that he was never going to stop.
Neville Chamberlain, by contrast, was too stuffy to dance, so the Nazis just walked all over him.
I'MMA ASK A BOY ON A DATE WHEN I NEXT SEE HIM.
Counts?
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 30, 2012, 05:25:20 PM
I'MMA ASK A BOY ON A DATE WHEN I NEXT SEE HIM.
Counts?
ONLY IF YOU'RE GOING DANCING.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 30, 2012, 05:25:50 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 30, 2012, 05:25:20 PM
I'MMA ASK A BOY ON A DATE WHEN I NEXT SEE HIM.
Counts?
ONLY IF YOU'RE GOING DANCING.
THERE WILL BE FANCY DRESSES AND SWORDS AND MUSIC AND RAUCOUS LAUGHTER AND SO, SO MUCH DANCING.
(http://i.imgur.com/UhNtF.gif)
I knew guy in a wheelchair who STILL got out on the floor. He'd spin and pop wheelies.
DANCE. EVEN IF YOU CAN'T STAND UP. KEEP FUCKING DANCING.
(http://iforce.co.nz/i/vtekszob.sci.jpg)
And if you won't dance, then you're no friend of mine!
Get your ass out on the floor or GET OUT.
Bump for later use.