Dance Monkey

I’m not one to brag about the stupid things I do in the name of humour or a good time, but I took the proverbial cake last night.

A good friend’s father turned 70 and they hosted a party for him last night, they wanted to do something different for him and needed a lackey, well guess which clown they came to…no, not him…me!

So at 4:30 yesterday afternoon the Gapper strapped on a costume and strip teased the crowd with moves that could only parallel a bowl of Jell-O. I will remain surreptitious on the specifics of the costume pending receipt of the photo proof. Otherwise I’ll own up to nothing!

Later that evening was a good visit and a drive all around town piloted by yours truly, I was D.D. (not my stripping outfit, Designated Driver you sillies), Uncle Jim is a barrel of fun, no doubt.