I was dancing last night and backed into this hard looking biker chick. She poked me with a finger and said:
"Watch yourself stretch; I'm your worst nightmare."
I nodded politely and went back to dancing. I decided to cut her some slack and not take her outside and hang her from a light pole by her thong. After all, if she's my worst nightmare she must have a pretty hard life.
Every time I have that nightmare I wake up feeling queasy. It's probably because of the way the big pink thing with all of the spiky tentacles dances to the Flock of Seagulls tribute band. Or it could be the zombie strippers, but I think that what I hate most of all are the damn talking unicorns.
When they get drunk and decide to do karaoke ………the way they move their lips just freaks me out.