To my bloggie friends.
Because I intend to post this video over and over and over.
Yeah. It was that good.
So watch it. Like now. Or else. I mean, you know, if you want to.
But Kelly, just one question…why do you have so many beds in your room?
Well done, babycakes. That was one fiiiiiiiiine video. My hat’s off to you for dancing to Super Freak. Simply fabulous!
And just as fine of a dance entry, I present to you the dance video of Frankie Mallis, in which she squees and dances and glories in her offer of literary representation. And while we’re all very glad that Frankie now has an agent, we are even more glad that she squeed and romped about for the world to see. Because now we have it on video. For when she becomes all serious in authorship and forgets all about her shady past as resident blog squee-er.
And blackmail, well…I’m not above it.
But for now, we will just enjoy sharing her good news in a very squee-ey pre-serious way. So squee, people. Squee.*
So there you have it. Cute, huh? I will have to watch this several times to learn the I Have an Agent Dance, I think. It looked way complicated. I mean, she had jazz hands and everything**. So anyway, hope you enjoyed—
There’s another? What? Another entry? Like for real? Who submitted it? I don’t remember this one. How bizarre.
Actually, I know who submitted that. I was just tricking you. But names and dates have been altered to protect the identity of the innocent (who make glaring typos, apparently).
P.S. Ignore the weird milkshake booty-wiggle. That’s just disturbing.
P.P.S. Big. HUGE. thank you to Kelly and Frankie for submitting their videos for additional entries to my contest. BUT zero thanks to this trollop dancing with that cutie little munchkin. Because what good is a video without a head? Like, seriously? If you don’t want your face seen, just wear a mask or something. Duh.
*Frankie does not actually squee in this video. She actually stays very silent. Like a silent film star that dances and hold up signs. I actually made up the squee part. For no good reason, really. But Frankie forgives me. Don’t you, Frankie? See. She forgives me. Dude, she’s squeeing with forgiveness.***
***I made that up, too.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~If you haven’t been by to meet Karsten Knight yet, well, um, you should. Cuz he’s about to do a dance video of Beyonce’s “Single Ladies.” And um, yeah, I’m like pretty much almost a quarter in love with him, so please go tell him No, NO, NOOOOOOO!!! Because, really, it may very well ruin my image of him FOR EVERRRRR. OR tell him to do it and then send a very special copy wrapped in a bow just to me. Either way.