Fast Fire Fun
Hi, my name is fire shins. What is your name? I am capable of igniting thousands of tiny little fires inside my shins in seconds. Are you? That's right, thousands, and all I have to do is go for a run. They call it medial tibial stress syndrome. I call it fast fire fun.
Uh-ho. Uh-oh. I sense danger. I sense that the fire shins and the bachata babe alter egos must, under all circumstances, remain mutually exclusive. You see, if one were to dance the bachata with fire shins, one might run the risk of igniting ones partner. In which case you'd be left with four flaming shins on a crowded dance floor...Danger! Danger!
And now, I must confess. I have a secret fear. I fear my fabulous dancing shoes are the source of this fast fire fun. I'm in denial however. As such, any attempts to support this frightful theory will be futile.
Frightful facts continued...
It appears as though I've got half of Calgary trying to, as the young kids say, "hook me up". Fine by me, what doesn't kill you right? Candidate #1 - Malta Man - A man from Malta, whom I fear. If you're thinking to yourself "Malta?" Don't ask Malta man, he turns scary. Candidate #2 - Mountain Man - A cute shaggy haired mountain man. Thus far, no signs of the scariness. Bonus: He's from Canada. I'm familiar with Canada. Candidate #3 - Math Man - a Latin math man whom I know nothing about.
Fun facts...
Hey, did you know we have condors in Calgary?! Yup, one lived in a giant nest in front of my house. Yup, a giant nest, and it fell on my roomies car. Boy was he excited. Combine the weight of one giant condor nest, the forces of gravity and a parked audi, and what do you get? One dangling side mirror. Note: I never actually saw the condor, but nothing but a condor could possibly inhabit a nest of this magnitude.
Ooooh, I have a salsa extravaganza to attend tomorrow. Stay tuned to see what kind of trouble I get into.
Uh-ho. Uh-oh. I sense danger. I sense that the fire shins and the bachata babe alter egos must, under all circumstances, remain mutually exclusive. You see, if one were to dance the bachata with fire shins, one might run the risk of igniting ones partner. In which case you'd be left with four flaming shins on a crowded dance floor...Danger! Danger!
And now, I must confess. I have a secret fear. I fear my fabulous dancing shoes are the source of this fast fire fun. I'm in denial however. As such, any attempts to support this frightful theory will be futile.
Frightful facts continued...
It appears as though I've got half of Calgary trying to, as the young kids say, "hook me up". Fine by me, what doesn't kill you right? Candidate #1 - Malta Man - A man from Malta, whom I fear. If you're thinking to yourself "Malta?" Don't ask Malta man, he turns scary. Candidate #2 - Mountain Man - A cute shaggy haired mountain man. Thus far, no signs of the scariness. Bonus: He's from Canada. I'm familiar with Canada. Candidate #3 - Math Man - a Latin math man whom I know nothing about.
Fun facts...
Hey, did you know we have condors in Calgary?! Yup, one lived in a giant nest in front of my house. Yup, a giant nest, and it fell on my roomies car. Boy was he excited. Combine the weight of one giant condor nest, the forces of gravity and a parked audi, and what do you get? One dangling side mirror. Note: I never actually saw the condor, but nothing but a condor could possibly inhabit a nest of this magnitude.
Ooooh, I have a salsa extravaganza to attend tomorrow. Stay tuned to see what kind of trouble I get into.
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