Hellchick

I always thought dancing was, well...kind of stupid, to be perfectly honest with you. I probably thought this because, when the Great Dice in the Sky were rolled for me, all of the points for "rhythm" were put into playing instruments and there were none left over for the body. Watching me dance has probably always been less enjoyable than a trip to the dentist without novocaine.

But all of that has changed, my friend! On a complete whim last year I decided I was going to try belly dancing. I figured if there was any kind of dance I might have a remote chance of being decent at it would be something that utilized my more than ample junk in the trunk. Sure, they call it belly dancing, but that turns out to be a bit of a misnomer.