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Nov. 13th, 2005 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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kiarapanther for this hysterical story of when GothFu meets Dork/SleezeFu.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kalischild/157676.html
"The man that slid like a plaid, polyester oil slick across the dance floor towards my friend had the moves of Barry Manilow, and the hair of Richard Simmons. Even from a distance I could tell that he had the social skills of a dead, syphillic tortoise decomposing in the sun.
He was immediately assigned the nom-de-guerre "Napoleon Dorkemite"
And he had completely focused on my friend.
Twisting through the crowd like a hideous polyester dervish, Napoleon sprawled towards her with all the grace and elegance of Keith Richards on an ether binge; he swooped and gyrated around her, leading his mad dance almost entirely with his crotch. In the space of thirty seconds, he had stepped on her feet forty-seven times, spilled her drink, and brought with him a cloud of body odor powerful enough to singe my nose hairs from ten feet away. It was as if Steven Hawking had been living in a barrel with a family of muskrats for a year before being miraculously tapped to replace an aging Patrick Swayze for the role of the dance instructor in Dirty Dancing III: The Nerds Dance Back."
kiarapanther for this hysterical story of when GothFu meets Dork/SleezeFu.http://www.livejournal.com/users/kalischild/157676.html
"The man that slid like a plaid, polyester oil slick across the dance floor towards my friend had the moves of Barry Manilow, and the hair of Richard Simmons. Even from a distance I could tell that he had the social skills of a dead, syphillic tortoise decomposing in the sun.
He was immediately assigned the nom-de-guerre "Napoleon Dorkemite"
And he had completely focused on my friend.
Twisting through the crowd like a hideous polyester dervish, Napoleon sprawled towards her with all the grace and elegance of Keith Richards on an ether binge; he swooped and gyrated around her, leading his mad dance almost entirely with his crotch. In the space of thirty seconds, he had stepped on her feet forty-seven times, spilled her drink, and brought with him a cloud of body odor powerful enough to singe my nose hairs from ten feet away. It was as if Steven Hawking had been living in a barrel with a family of muskrats for a year before being miraculously tapped to replace an aging Patrick Swayze for the role of the dance instructor in Dirty Dancing III: The Nerds Dance Back."
