Mags, are you saying I'm gay?
Mags, are you saying I'm gay?
Good Christ NO!!! You are every inch the perfect, red blooded macho male. And you do scrub up exceptionally well into full regimentals following the rigours you endured in that Afghan shithole. (Any chance of a gritty pic like with your weapon to the fore. Just askin like
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To resume.
No. What I say saying is that you were clearly so cool as to make The Fonz look clammy, and as a consequence naturally and effortlessly made dancefloor moves which left the rest standing. And I mean actually standing as in logs.
In my youth I used to practice moves to perfection in my bedroom wardrobe mirror. No false modesty I was fuckin A. And I used to love dancing. So this fella would do the routine chat and, ever hopeful that I'd bagged a live one, I'd say "Let's dance" and stand up. Disregarding the look of sheer naked terror which flitted across the face and utter panic in the eyes, I nevertheless persisted and as a result found myself dancing with a creature which shuffled its feet and waved its arms about aimlessly.
Undeterred, and determined to showcase my well honed skills, I persisted. I'd usually pick "Money" (which was what I used to practice to) and let rip. It is a technical point, but it takes a great deal of practice to comprehensively shake your tits on one direction and your arse in another simultaneously.
And all that wasted on the human equivalent of a King Penguin.
