An Ode to the Dance
It comes in all forms. Some of them are graceful, flowing and subtle. Most are slightly epileptic at best, moose mating trot at worst. Every possessor of huevos and bacon knows "The Crotch Dance;" That horribly awkward move you make in public desperately attempting to unstick your sweaty balls from your thigh, prevent the seam of your drawers from castrating you or remove your underwear from the dark, forbidden regions of your crack.
