tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33064416.post3951484530570490812..comments2010-05-12T13:22:13.769-07:00Comments on Barbarossa: Officers' BallUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33064416.post-11525461824317751442007-01-14T08:50:00.000-08:002007-01-14T08:50:00.000-08:00Pfft! I think you lie, my good friend. I distinc...Pfft! I think you lie, my good friend. I distinctly remember you waltzing in The King and I...unless I somehow managed to mistake your desperate attempt to get out of the life-sucking grip of Leann for waltzing. <br /><br />And Might I say here--DAMN! If only I had something that needed to be snuck out of the zommunists' hands! This officers' ball sounds like PRECISELY the sort of place I would want to be responsible for a HUGE international incident, complete with over-turning tables piled high with punch and ice sculptures, AK47's being fired into the air without care, men and women in fancy dress running away screaming, and a desperate but well choreography fight/chase scene (although, after your description of your inability to learn choreography, this may pose more of a problem than I initially thought...)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33064416.post-12460153172622050292007-01-13T13:24:00.000-08:002007-01-13T13:24:00.000-08:00I will meet half of your demands and therefore you...I will meet half of your demands and therefore you are enbtitle to kill half of the hostages (deal?). I will put up a picture of me in a tux (acquired today!), but I will most cetainly not make video evidence of me dancing available. Ever. I do wish you were here though to give me the 30 hour a day prep I would need to waltz niceishly. Apparently I keep forgeting to turn. The funny thing is I even think I waltzed in when I did the King and I years ago.Barbarossahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12468132792882086476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33064416.post-20080707177470459042007-01-12T18:14:00.000-08:002007-01-12T18:14:00.000-08:00i hate to tell you this ian, but back when i wasn'...i hate to tell you this ian, but back when i wasn't a six hundred pound gimp and was a ballet teacher, my five year olds could waltz. they could even waltz backwards. now this means one of two things - either a five year old girl is smarter than you, or all you need to fix your waltzing problems is 45 minutes with me in a ballet studio wearing a leotard and tights(you in the leotard and tights. the teacher can wear whatever they want).<br />also i am making two demands. demand number the one - pictures of you in the tux once it has been procured. demand number the second - you must make this video proof of you dancing available to the masses. the people deserve to see your talents.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com