I have never regretted being being the best dancer in my town but I never thought that my fast feet would take me on such a harrowing journey. Never the less I thank god for the shoes that he gave me to dance all over in my dirty little face. Dancing always reminds me of the time that I baked a sweet pie in the oven of life and it burn’t so much that I have been dancing for months without food or water.

Of course I would of had both these things but my fucking cake burnt didn’t it so now I am still dancing and my fucking feet are killing.
I have shit myself 3 times. My wife has fell out with me because I reak of shite and I have lost my job! My cake is fucking burnt and rotten now aswell so I might aswell dance away the heart ache and just bake and dance.

Just baking and dancing.

The irony of the whole situation is I was baking that fucking cake for our anniversary but life is tough. She came in the kitchen this morning and threw the divorce papers at me. They slipped through my fingers and hit the floor under my dancing boots.

I fucking danced all over them. She will have to get some more won’t she and I will dance the ink off them aswell!! Just keep on dancing son. Keep on dancing.