Ralph and I were driving along an old gravel road on the edge of the Adirondack Monutains in upstate New York when it happened. It leapt out of the shadows at us like a demon in the night! We slammed on the brakes, skidded to a halt, and snapped this photo. Is it real, or just a myth like Nessie the Loch Ness Monster? You decide.
Honestly, I felt just the littlest, tiniest pang of guilt over hazing such a good friend with the above photo. So I decided to give him a small taste of retribution:
And for our next attraction, we'd like to present to you......
From Martha Stewart's basement......
We bring you:
DANCE CHOREOGRAPHER WEEVIL!
(To be read in your best Richard Simmons impersonation)
"No, no, no.
I want you here, and you over there, and ... more point in that finger Mister!
Swaaay those hips.
Feet shoulder width apart.
How can you dance without spandex on? I'll never know.
Clench those buttocks!
No..., on second thought..."
The only question is who looks more ridiculous? Us for doing the Staying Alive dance, or Weevil for being the odd one out? Quite a toss-up there. And, of course, Logan Reed outshines all of us on the dance floor....