true story
i went dancing with nat last night, which is always a good time. And there we were, shakin' our groove thang to Usher's latest dance-hit "YEAH!" with the usually amusing tag of
"take that and rewind it back / lil' john got the rhythm make ya booty go (clap)". suddenly, my right cheek was stinging, and there was a guy in front of me bending over for some pay-back. he's lucky i'm trained to "refrain from impetuous conduct" (ha!) because i was about to plant my pointy-toed shoe deep into his diesels.
especially when i got home and found a ginormous purplish hand-print bruise on my ass.