There are moments when words are not enough. Sometimes, not even a haiku can adequately express the situation at hand. And that is when we turn to the powerful medium of interpretive dance.
I had to purchase this t-shirt for myself and my close friend Greg (during the Sweetheart Sale, of course) because of our long history of interpretive dance. If there's anyone who understands that sometimes you just gotta dance... it's us. You must be logged in to leave a comment.
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I lost my marbles around the age of six, which was, coincidentally, the same time that I lost my jacks and my jump rope. I've since made friends with the monster in my closet and the voices in my head, and we share a cozy suburban home.
There are two driving forces in my life: irony and spite. I have a special place in my heart for pirates, robots, monkeys, zombies, and shiny things. |