Holy cannoli, I forgot I started this blog 2 years ago! I've been working on some serious writing pieces so I've been really busy. Translation, my job has completely taken over my life. I started to write something really serious but then Night Fever by the Bee Gees came on and it's hard to be serious when you're dancing like John Travolta.
Being serious is completely useless anyway, I mean sure you have to pretend to be serious sometimes but on the inside were still thinking of something completely random and off topic, or jamming out to the rap song we heard before we got out of the car that morning. For example, I'm in a meeting but all I'm doing is singing, "I love bad bitches (you know the rest)," and twerking in my mind. Oh by the way, this text box does not identify "twerking" as a word.
I don't get this Twerking Phase exactly. As far as I'm concerned, I've been twerking for years. So either I invented it and everyone else is way behind, or I'm not actually twerking. The latter is probably more likely to be true. Regardless of how well we think we twerk, we must get in our cars, turn around backwards, play some offensive rap music, and bounce it in our booty shorts. It's either that or let Sharkeisha kick us in the face. I will never turn down (I am aware this is not how you correctly use this phrase, but I did it anyway to pretend I am out of touch with society).
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