"Hey, it's [Male Nurse]. I got an idea today that words can't explain how dope it is. It would take a little commitment, some serious balls, add a pinch of crazy and you've got [Male Nurse] and [Keev] taking ballet lessons. Aka teeny bopper secret headquarters lair. With campground rules in effect, we would be investing heavily in today and tomorrow. Talk about networking-those girls would love us and never forget us. Not to mention some serious legit ninja training. Rolling to a ballet lesson with just the right amount of ninja medicine on board sounds like a shit eating grin to me. I also have some serious connections in the [Bil-town] scene by way of a high school girlfriend who thinks I'm cool and knows instructors on a serious personal level.
Dear Diary, ALLRIIIGHT!"
That is easily the hardest I've ever laughed from one text.
I've never really applied my Tsaoist beliefs to such a funny/awesome/crazy idea. Anyone have any thoughts on how I should approach this?
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Please, please do this. And when you do, please make sure to video tape any and all moments associated with the event, including sitting in the car, wearing tights and smoking a bowl on the way down to ballet.
Are you mental? If the hard on doesn't show through the leotard and get you kicked out, the ninja medication smell will.
I'm all for networking and laying the ground work for future hook ups but I don't think this is the right direction.
Then again, I wouldn't go hunting with a hand gun.
I'll just say this, watch out for Chris Hansen. That being said, right now I'm going to bikram yoga these days(probably good ninja skills as well), and I have seen 2 of the hottest women in my life on the first day of class. Wearing nothing but Lycra and trying to touch their forehead to the ground with their asses about 3 feet from my face.
As your lawyer, I'd say go yoga. Wait, what am I talking about, I need work. Definitely get high and go to ballet, and let the erections rage!
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