Originally Posted by Uesugi Kenshin
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Cute. My little 'uns have only been crawling for about two months (though Liv is getting brave enough to try and stand at only five months.)
I need to have had about six pints before I can dance, and even then I'm dreadful.
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Really? After six pints I dance like a god. Also, I look like George Clooney, and, hey presto, every girl in the place is Keira Knightley .
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Ja mata
TosaInu
Like Bill Hicks used to say:
Real men don't dance. They sit, sweat, and curse!![]()
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I used to breakdance and ofcourse like any Belgian under 20 I can jump.
Hah hah!Originally Posted by Ronin
That's the spirit.
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Anyway, I used to dance if necessary. This was in the time I was still... human. It is something I would never do now. My natural movement would always attract attention. This is not about classic dancing or any of the conventionally trained stuff however.
Heck, even if I wouldn't dance in that time, or now, and I would be talking to someone my body language -- which is complicated and shows itself more than that of Italians -- would attract attention anyway. Call it the dancing of the body without dancing.
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Very similar here, it's a shame really.Originally Posted by Big King Sanctaphrax
I usually need something that makes me forget my surroundings or raises big emotions or sth. Hard to explain, but either I am alone or there has to be some person who makes me want to dance.
In primary school that was different, I danced in front of the whole class.![]()
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Ha, so I'm not the only fool around here who used to dance like a maniac, wind up the girls, and sweat like a tractor driver in a middle of a sunburnt cornfield... Was like that, now I dunno, I don't feel the urge...Originally Posted by Husar
Ja mata, TosaInu. You will forever be remembered.
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