Dancing

Do any of you enjoy dancing?
I am listening to some Michael Jackson right now, and I started getting my groove on to Smooth Criminal. I like my school's dances too because I like to let loose and experiment with new moves that I make up.

Serious question, please no 'Dancing is for queers!' comments.

Fat people don't dance well.


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Most fat people don't dance well, myself included.

There is this fat guy in my frat who is an awesome dancer, and his being fat makes it hilarious and cool at the same time.

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Do any of you enjoy dancing? I am listening to some Michael Jackson right now, and I started getting my groove on to Smooth Criminal. I like my school's dances too because I like to let loose and experiment with new moves that I make up. Serious question, please no 'Dancing is for queers!' comments.

No, in fact I'd rather work than dance. There is something that's okay I guess ...standing there and getting ground on :P.

i cant dance at all. I cant dance when im sober or drunk, but most of the tiem when i am drunk, i think i can dance. I like watching girls dance and will try to please them by dancing. I figure trying is better then being the creepy guy in the cornor going "shes mine all mine." Any Dane Cook fans will get that

I can't dance for toffee.

When I was about 5 or 6 I thought I was an amazing dancer...but I stopped, and now I don't know my foxtrot from my Samba from my Jive Bunny.

It's like I've got 3 left feets.

People try to get me to dance, but I've perfected a technique of clinging for dear life to the legs of chairs and tables. I won't even dance with people I'd dream about dancing with...too shy.

So yeah, no dancing from Lenny.

I only dance when my girlfriend makes me.. Which is a lot..

I only dance in the club, which is basically you grinding on a girl. So I love it.

I can't dance for toffee. When I was about 5 or 6 I thought I was an amazing dancer...but I stopped, and now I don't know my foxtrot from my Samba from my Jive Bunny. It's like I've got 3 left feets. People try to get me to dance, but I've perfected a technique of clinging for dear life to the legs of chairs and tables. I won't even dance with people I'd dream about dancing with...too shy. So yeah, no dancing from Lenny.

Im shy but yea ...hell it's not too hard to stand there and let a girl grind on you or hold her hips and dance with her :P. I hate that stupid rocking back and forth dancing though ...I'd rather just make out or something :P.

Yeah, but I'm extremely shy...though only around certain people. And I wouldn't have a clue where to put my hands. That's the problem, hands. Maybe we should all live with tractor beams that can be our hands instead of clumpy, fleshly, hands.

Yeah, but I'm extremely shy...though only around certain people. And I wouldn't have a clue where to put my hands. That's the problem, hands. Maybe we should all live with tractor beams that can be our hands instead of clumpy, fleshly, hands.

Plant your hands right on the girl's ass ...you can't go wrong there

Oh, you wouldn't believe how wrong I can go. I either do something perfectly right, or go amazingly wrong...amazingly wrong with a lot of style.

But yeah, if I put my hands anywhere near a girls ass I'd walk away with a hand print on my face.

Oh, you wouldn't believe how wrong I can go. I either do something perfectly right, or go amazingly wrong...amazingly wrong with a lot of style. But yeah, if I put my hands anywhere near a girls ass I'd walk away with a hand print on my face.

But hey ...at least she would have hand prints on her ass :P.

Yeah, but make a bad impression, get slapped, and there's one girl there's little chance you've got any chance with any more.

I like just sitting and watching. It's quite relazing, and I don't get out of breath like the dancers do. Save your breath for compliments and flattery and the world is your buttered up...thingy.

Gah. I was the coveted "purse watcher" at all of my highschool dances. It fucking sucked donkey balls. >:T

If I ever did dance, it'd only be with my girlfriends (In this context meaning: Friends whom are girls).

Now, I've found a way to not become the purse watcher.

I don't go to any form of disco or dance, and I only leave the house to go to a party once a year. And that party was on Sunday just gone.

Then again, I may start going to other parties just to laugh at the drunks.

And I'm definitely going to the Yr. 11 Leavers disco in June. There's no way I'm missing that.

Laughing at drunks at parties is a pass-time I discovered during my last year of HS. Definately worth being a purse watcher in that case.

Ooh arr.

Purse watch with a pint of Coke, a notebook, a pencil, and a camera.

Gimme a B! L! A! C! K! M! A! I! L!

What does it spell?!

Eeegh...Coke. Swap Coke for Mt. Dew and you have some glorious opportunities for "b!l!a!c!k!m!a!i!l!" there.