The problem with being an undercover country bumpkin is that it takes very little to make one revert to type;
a keg of cider, a hog roast, a band with a caller and of course I know how to strip the willow and do the virginia reel.........especially in a cow shed that's been dickied up for the occasion complete with chandelier and twinkling stars.
What an excellent night!
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4 comments:
Oh God, I love a good party. Can't stop strutting my funky bottom.
Never really sure If I should be 'getting on down' or 'getting on up'.
I do both, for good measure.
lippy - i thought you lived in england. don't tell me you live next door to me, and you were the one shaking her groove thing last night.
Lippy , sounds great , I like a good country ho down.
Re the parental ripping off , exactly the same thing happened to me , until ma beasty smelt a rat......pa beasty is probably still on spud peeling duty till he mends his tight ass ways :-)
I'm glad you're feeling well enough for it. I went dancing on Saturday night and have had to go back to using my stick for a couple of days.
Ouch. Ouch ouch.
But I DANCED. That's what counts.
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