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Mere days from arriving in Sydney, we have to prepare for a fucking dance-off. Now don’t get me wrong, I love me some krumping, and me and La Dino have a reputation for squaring off at the clubs, be it a Romy & Michelle contemporary ballad, or a tribute to Rape! the musical. This time however it was pretty serious, we entered the duo category and had to compete against 20 couples (or ten, I don’t know I was wasted). So anywhoodle, a bottle of champagne later I’m doing sex shooter finger guns and ‘walking the dog’ with Dean. I’m pretty sure it was the ‘simulated dance floor rape’ though that got us in the paper. I was pretty pleased with myself, mostly because I don’t remember a fucking thing, and also because I think I broke my coccyx - which was minuscule compared to the bruises Dean endured. Next year I’m definitely preparing an actual routine, improvising sexy moves to the LA Law theme IS HARD. Photos here.
