Well, that was fun last night. I went to a "Sweet 16" party for a good friend's daughter. They did a big shindig, with DJs, catered food, etc. And, of course, some of her friends were there.
Somehow, I managed to fit my large foot inside my rather tiny mouth. Damn, I'm good. I was remarking to the birthday girl that some of her friends danced like hoochie-mamas. It turns out that one of the mothers of said girls may or may not have been sitting next to me at the time. Nice, aye?
However, I do stand by my remark that they were dancing way too suggestively for 16-year-olds. Pot calling the kettle black? Maybe, but I think the acceptable line needs to be drawn at 18.
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