Before Kristi and I head off down under, nudge nudge wink wink, I have an appointment to keep at
Dr. Smith's place. That's right, tonight's the night of the big Disco Dance Party at his campaign HQ. It could not have come at a better time, I need to dance off all the calories I've taken in in the past few days.
I've been practicing my moves. Here, take a look:
Click here to watch me get down with my bad self.
I just know I'm going to win the dance off, just like I'm going to win the Presidential race!
Put your dancin' shoes on and come on over!
7 comments:
Wheeew! Go for it, Monkey. Go for it!
That is the best Funky Chicken I've seen in years.
Best regards,
Tengrain
You dance like a neoconservative, sir! A a neoconservative! I love the outfit, though. It's quite fetching, I must say.
As my friend MC Hammer would say, "you can't touch this!
I mean - you're good, but you are no iSplotchy on the dance floor.
Your political skills, that may yet indeed be another story, but don't tell Splotch I said that.
I mean he just did all that actual good deed stuff.
Micgar-I'm a dancin' fool.
Kevin-If I do it, can I call it the "Funky Monkey?"
Dr. Zaius-What can I say, I inherited the bad dancing gene from my father's side of the family.
Fran-I dance better than iSplotchy any day of the week! Now be off with you!
Brass monkey, that funky monkey.
That's damn sexy Dr. Monkey!
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