I like to dance.
I will admit, I am not a very
good dancer. Still, I dance.
However, sometimes
I am not in the mood. Kelly
does not like if when you
refrain from dancing at her
house. The night this particular
photo was taken, I went to Kelly's
house to learn more about cooking.
She promised us that she would teach us to create an amazing vegetarian dinner.
This was a guise. As soon as we unsuspecting ladies arrived, Kelly got out the flip cup table cover, and a squirt gun, and ordered us to play. We were all afraid. After all, who knows what Kelly would put in a squirt gun. Bleach? Ammonia? Urine?
So, under duress, we played. Then she yelled "It is time to dance!" Everyone started dancing. Except me. I tried to leave. Kelly caught me, and taped me to her. Yes, she taped me to her. She used her freakishly strong legs, and held me, and wrapped tape all around us. Then, she led me to the dance floor. Yes, I danced. I was afraid.
I don't know if I will ever get over the trauma of being taped to Kelly, and flung around like a rag doll.
This had only happened to me one other time, and it involved a money-making scheme, the promise of some new breasts and an old prom date. I won't go into details, because this blog is called kellyisanidiot, not kathyisanidiot.
2 comments:
I must say that I assisted in the taping of you to Kelly.. she held me a squirt gun point and told me to find the tape. I handed it to her and then sat and cried in the corner asking Meggan to hold me..I felt so dirty. I sorry Kath, that I was involved in your dancing demise.
SJD
Ask Kelly about grade 6 and the Hokey Pokey. Oh maybe you better ask SJD or youngest KER. Kelly says she doesn't remember much.
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