Do a little dance…

So, we all do it. Every once in a while you’ll be driving in your car, or making some food, or just grooving out to some tune. Dana has admitted to me that for a pear shaped white guy, I have rhythym. The thing is, I’m not going to share that with you.
I have no intention of going on “So You Think You Can Dance” on Fox, nor would I go on that “Dancing With Whe Stars” thing on ABC. There’s a variety of reasons for this.
1. I don’t think I can dance
2. I am not a star
3. I am a pear shaped white guyRegardless, you may have been caught in the past, like I said, in the kitchen shakin’ yo’ ass to some tune in the background, or maybe it was a metal moment driving through town proclaiming that you are indeed both halfway there, as well as living on a prayer.
But this guy takes the cake (right click and save-as, please, or I’m siccing my monkey on you) Not only is he in a convenience store. Not just because he’s trying to figure out what soft drink to purchase, but he’s also a cop, and he don’t stop.
Check it yo.
If you need me, I’ll be in boogie wonderland.