I love watching people dance in puddles. I always have. Always will. If you dance in puddles, it’s just a statement to the world that you have no fucks left to give and that your heart is singing louder than the shouts of the haters. Think about how beautiful that is for just a moment, will you?
Sit back at your desk; take a long drag of the cigarette in your left hand; blow the smoke high in the sky. Feels good, right? People just dancing the night or day away in a far off land. Wow. It’s no wonder that our guy Donnie Does comes back to America with such a pep in his step. He gets to see stuff like this all the time. Lucky.
And talk about support from your friends and family. Look at these people in the background. They couldnt be more supportive. My bitch ass friends would never clap for me and I am SICK.OF.IT.
That’s real love. That’s the reason breakdancing will be an Olympic sport soon. I bet someone will blog about breakdancing being an Olympic sport within the next hour because these rural Chinese people will inspire the international community after this blog is published. I cant feel it in my groin. Incredible. Good work, everyone.