Taking advantage of the opportunities, Stephy emails me things that I end up posting.
This time she came right over here, sat on my lap and subjected her poor old mutha to this horror:
Okay. This is the brand of "gay" that forces my face into a permanent OMFG.
The brand of "gay" that makes me wonder what (if viewed in private) Brian's reaction would be. I wish my brain didn't always try to analyze things in Eppy mode, but how would he really feel about it, without other people there to impress, or feel embarrassed amongst, or to judge his reaction?
My OWN reaction? I don't know! I'm still shaking my head in bewilderment.
I will admit that their style of "dancing" cracked us both up, but some of the things they did made us laugh NOT because they were very clever, but merely unexpected.
Like, what IS the point of all this?
Is this the modern version of putting a lampshade on your head and shoving straws up your nose?
Lighten up, Christine. Sometimes a buffoon is just a buffoon.