Now, I’ve never liked dancing, going right back to when I was a youth. It’s not because I’m self-conscious or anything like that and quite likely it’s partly because I’m crap at it. I’d have a go at it but I found I could always rely on my natural good looks and athleticism to attract the ladies. Some men down the years have seen dancing as a way of walking off with a pretty lady and that’s fine. I’ve always found real men can’t dance, don’t need to dance and won’t dance even with a red hot poker up their arse. Anyone who’s ‘good’ at it I’ve usually found to be a rake or a gigolo.
However, there is absolutely no fuckin way I’d even go near one of these barns to join in the phenomenon they call line dancing. What the fuck do these people think they look like? A place for pulling women? Christ, anyone remotely looking like a man would only be on the dance floor for a minute before they’d have a 70 year old granny hanging round their neck proposing to them. It’s a place designed for ugly old hags where they can actually ask a man for a dance. It might be ok for Wayne Rooney but not any self respecting men.
Then turn to the way these people are dressed. The obligatory checked shirt, the cowboy hat and the belt – don’t forget the belt because this is essential to hang your hands on. I’ve come across some cowboys in my time but none to beat these ridiculous looking cunts. And before anyone says ‘it’s great fun’ – fuck off. It’s as much fun as a hog roast in the grounds of the local mosque. It’s amazing how many of these barns due to hold these events mysteriously burn down the night before. Line dancing is for cunts.
Nominated by Bluntspeakingcunt



