He always weirded me out a bit. I mean, not because of the pink mustache, but because he had a really weird habit that he couldn't break.
Twerking is not a trend, according to popular belief. It's really more of an addiction. You do it once for fun, a second time to show your friends, a third time a prank in class. But after that, you forget why your doing it and focus more on how when where you're doing it next.
That's what my friend tells me, anyway.
He's a nice guy, don't get me wrong. But he's just a bit hard to go out in public with. You want an example? Oh I got plenty.
Ex.1: dinner
My friend asked me to come to dinner with him. Fancy resteraunt. Waiters in tuxes with thin pedo staches. Napkins. The whole shabang. Anyway, we got there, and he twerked on the table. The table. Sure, all the girls cheered emphatically, but we got kicked out. Not the best time ever. Oh but there's more.
Ex.2: the park
My bestest buddy said it would be nice if we went to the park to relax. We went to a playground and watched all the kids running around. He asked me if we could go down the slide. I saw no reason why we shouldn't. Slides are great. He started twerking as soon as we got the the top of the slide. I had to drag him off and back to the car before a mother could call the authorities.
But I love him to death. I mean, he is quirky, but that's part of why I love him so much. He's kind of nice sometimes. He even has a nice ass. Sometimes, I catch him twerking at night and I just laugh. We twerk together sometimes.
He is a bother, but at least he's a nice bother.
I love my little Twerkiplier.
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