After seeing this photo of my friend Chris Coleman dancing at a wedding, I was inspired to write about my moves.
Me shaking my groove thing, yeah yeah!.
I’m not one to brag, but my moves can only be described as awe inspiring. How can a man of my girth move so gracefully? It is like I’m on ice, moving my body in perfect rhythm to the music. My spirit becomes one with the music and my body simply takes over in a display of athleticism that rivals the Olympic Games.
I’m sure you believed all that too. If you were to see me dance it’d be like watching Jello going through electro-shock therapy. Like the Michelin Man getting pelted with rocks. Or, like Chunk from The Goonies doing the truffle shuffle.
Either way, I ain’t to proud to hit the dance floor and do my thang when called upon. Which is why my hat is off to Coleman, for it appears that he isn’t either.
Hahaha. A geek dancing in a pink shirt, that is a sight to behold. Hey, I see my kitchen in the background. Normally you can’t see anything behind you.
Great, now the whole world will want a piece of my moves!
I do normally blot out the sun, to be sure. I think it is amazing that Eliza found an angle to take this photo that does not reveal the true nature of your apartment (aka the junkyard).
Haha. I just cleaned, and it’s ruined again.
I think both you and Chris should now only be known as the funk masters.