If I'm a bad dancer, so are you.

This past weekend I chose to skip my high school homecoming dance and attend the Nebraska, Virginia Tech game. Nebraska lost the game and in case you didn't watch it, it was a pathetic display of football that will always make me a little angry everytime I think about it. Reflecting on my decision to skip the dance, I came to realize that I am a completely awful dancer and so is everyone else. It doesn't really matter if you think you are good at dancing because the only objective in dancing is to thrust and gyrate your body faster and more graceful than everyone else on the "dance flo". Don't get me wrong I can bump and grind with the best of them, but because of my flailing movements that apparently don't look good I am labeled a bad dancer. I happen to think that such moves as "the moonwalk" or "the soulja boy" look way worse when put up against my "sprinkler" or "lawn mower". Next time you see me struttin' my goods don't label my moves as awful because I will turn around and punch you...directly in the face. Your dancing is bad and mine is awesome. How do I come to that conclusion? Beauty is in the feet of the dancer and my size ten Sombas think my dancing is amazing.