How Ricky Got His Groove Back...

...and by groove I mean dancing. Although my dream of going to bed
with two ladies is kinda coming true (even though both of those girls
are in the same bed and I'm sleeping with my guitar). So far, so good.
For most of those who don't know me, I don't dance. I think when God
decided to make people, then distinguished who was going to be fat and
skinny, I don't think he thought about giving fat people rythem, which
I have none. However I do a kick ass robot. My friends Steph and
Hannah decided to take me to this thing called Street Scene. At first
when I heard it, I instantly thought "fuck Heist, I don't do clubs".
They then informed me it was a concert. I thought I would be hangin
around a bunch of scene kids and listen to a ton of hardcore bands.
Turns out, I was way off. First little band we saw was Hot Chip. It's
safe to say Hot Chip is Hot Shit. They set the mood to what I was
getting my feet into. After walking around aimlessly and spinning
minature TPIR (The Price is Right) wheels, we made it to this band
called Diplo (or Dildo who knows). For once in my life I danced. I
remember seeing Stephs face like I just took a shit on a Grandma and
she was amazed by my dancing. I make Michael Jackson look like Malcom
X when I get down. So after sweating off the poundage, we made our way
over to a few other bands and danced the night away. I don't think
I've ever danced this much in my life. I'm sure if my feet could talk,
they'd probably tell me to go fuck myself for moving all that weight
around. Well I'm gonna go to sleep, I'm watching infomercials on the
Shamwow and I gotta call 1-800-Shamwow to order and I get a free pair
of knives that cut steel. Also, I gotta figure out how to get in the
same bed as the girls. I don't know if I should wait until they're
asleep or just ask him. I'm lonely in this bed. Ha.

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-Ricky